My way. A journey through life from Johannesburg to Cape Town
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By the time I finally gave my answer, I had already made peace with the risks. “When do we start?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me.
Konstantin’s gaze softened, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something deeper – respect, perhaps even admiration. “We start now,” he said simply.
REFLECTIONS AND RESOLVE
That night, as I sat alone in my room, I opened my journal and began to write. The pen felt heavy in my hand, as though it carried the weight of all that was to come. I thought of my grandfather, rebuilding a shattered factory after the war. I thought of my father, whose dreams had been cut short too soon. And I thought of Konstantin, standing on the precipice of something extraordinary, inviting me to join him.
To dream is to risk, and to risk is to live, I wrote. Perhaps this is the legacy we leave behind – not in the empires we build, but in the courage we summon to chase the impossible.
The path ahead was uncertain, but it was mine to walk. With every step, I would honour the past while forging a future entirely my own.
I have long since refrained from public verse,
Yet lacking words, I do not suffer.
Each day unfolds as a tale, diverse,
A chronicle spun with dreams that buffer.
Prejudices sway my heart anew,
Their weight too great, their pull too stern.
“Too much”—a mantra I oft pursue,
Yet in its shadow, truths I discern.
With honour I abandon this creed,
To embrace a truth more liberating.
I err, yet time remains to heed,
That life is joy in dreams pulsating.
Once, as I sifted through journals past,
I unearthed words from days of sorrow.
“In a city, where river and sky are cast,
A flaxen-haired girl was born of tomorrow.
She cherished the world with radiant delight,
Her joy a beacon, her essence so pure.
Strangers would marvel at her eyes, deep and bright,
As though oceans dwelled there, vast and sure.
‘The girl with ocean eyes,’ they named her so,
Her soul a universe, her spirit untamed.
An artist, in marble, her likeness did show,
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