It's been a busy 3 weeks and the New Year is already packing a punch. I managed to find some time to head home to South Africa for a few days to run some errands, get mayonnaise and real cheese, and head to the Doctors.
I haven't been well for some time and I have a long history of visiting useless Doctors, and going for years without anyone being able to tell me what was wrong (it took a very gifted Chiropractic to just look at me and tell that I was allergic to wheat). But I figured I'd take a few days off and make the effort of going to see my personal GP and have him recommend me to some specialists. I didn't get time to do all the things I needed to do, but I did make it back to the desert with some very expensive quality mayonnaise and some real cheese.
Somehow, during the entire week, I couldn't escape feeling that for the first time in my 35 years on earth, I'm beginning to see and understand just how complicated and difficult life is. I mean, I always knew it was no breeze, but there was always an optimism... a thought that we could navigate the stormy waters and with the right attitude and patience, it was possible to get through anything... but through various interactions with family members and friends I'm actually seeing a different picture and feeling the agony of the complexity of life for the first time (on an entirely different level).
I honestly don't know what to make of this. I think I might go into the desert and I might just stay there.