However you wish to reference it, I dabble once more.
The silly season is upon us, a season of vice and frivolity.
I'm not one to stand up and advocate real world seriousness and adult like behaviour all the time.
I do however feel the effects of a society spiraling down the abyss of untamed entertainment.
I speak of abject fascination in the negative territory of our actions, and the new found joy found in broadcasting such...
Life is uncomplicated. Be Good. Think Good. Live Good.
We seem to have flipped the script, Be Evil, Think Evil, Live Evil...and then boast about it??
It's not as though the Rules of Engagement are undefined. We have the template, but in a true depiction of the foolishness of man...its a sadly understudied template.
Anyhow...the tapestry that once was has run its course. Blog posts, and writings, served well for a time of deeper inner strife. The here and now is just a random stumbling across posts of past...a writing to flex unused writing muscles if you will. A test of continuity...has the ability to write faded with age, with time?
Everything changes, fades with time...well, most things. That strong friendship, the joy in a good game of ball, I now find myself at the stage where, a relaxing couch is almost always more appealing then a game of ball.
Judge not young uns', your time is nigh!
I am exaggerating though, not everything changes. My love for adrenaline still has me dreaming of bungy-ing and skydiving the world. My imagination is still painted by prospects of travelling, a more nuanced imagination of travel may be...I don't necessarily envisage myself backpacking across rough terrains, with nothing but park benches and baguettes to keep me company.(That was once a reality, by the way...)
Money may have things to do it with it, money and the creature comforts desired by latter life. Not that I'm old...or have money for that matter...but a comfortable bed on my future travels would be appreciated.
So too has my love for horses (see: A Metaphorical Ode ), bikes, surfing, the ocean, all things new and interesting...the many things that defined my younger days. I may not actively participate, or look for the opportunity, but should it present itself...I definitely will raise a hand!
I should reword...Our approach to everything in life changes. Tempered by the joys, experiences and realities of life.
As I depart...this blog is unplanned. It may remain un-posted in drafts for quite sometime, who's to say? If it does make its way before you, some advice...That is my duty now, imparting advice. Aalim role and what not.
This year 2020/2021 has been an eye opener. Its time we turn back. Rediscover the template.
Death is moments away we need no further reminder, as things fade and change in our life, let not the changes lead to negativity.
Build those broken family ties. Extend the much held-back apologies. Forgive the transgressions (and the transgressors). Repay the debts....
When man is need, he may not ask, he doesn't need to ask!
Be pro-active in the offering of assistance.
...and remember...Dua!
A special word of appreciation to the volunteers, spending their time and efforts in helping others in this time of greater human need.
The Ulama, making arrangements for counselling patients in hospitals and offering general spiritual advice, the Doctors, Nurses and Hospital staff, spending bleak hours trying to manage patients through critical periods, Bilal Adamjee and the Durban Muslim Burial Volunteers, the many odd hours spent managing ghusls and janazaas, the soup kitchens, hamper donors... the rest of you unseen, helping mankind...
Those in the public eye, we see you and appreciate.
Those hidden, we appreciate just as much.
Our duas are with all!
Take up a course, lend your hand as well...and always remember the perfect template!
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