Zenzele: a letter for my daughter —
Always, we begin again.
As January 2022 enfolds, we enter into a new year. After the "most wonderful time of the year", it's the "time to roll our sleeves up" of the year. But did we ever stop and think "do I have to do this?" Or "will it really matter in 5 hours, days, months and years?". Most surprisingly, even if the answer's no, we still end up doing it, overthinking about it. Because we're human. And that's the best discovery I've made last year. We are human. Made out off dusts, mistakes, hopes and fears. And that is okay. Well sometimes I have to admit that I had some down times. But then, and that's the beauty of it, I get up and "begin again".
We all have our own definition of beginning again. What did they say about insanity? Well even if this is not quite the same, with some experience at least, I learned how to receive the blows with dignity. I also learned how to let things go. And by this, I found the "peace, that surpasses all understanding".
Thus, I'll begin this year with a review of a book. One that has been recommended to me. And I was glad that it was. The story talked to me, as I'm sure it will do to those who left the secure place of home, for a foreign country. "Zenzele: a letter for my daughter" could be a good way to enter this new year with sparkes of moondust.
2021 might not have been my worst years, and I'm having a thought to those whom had it worse than me. But I still think I could have made it better. And that is when 2022 enters the stage. So here's to another chance to make the same mistakes with more dignity. To find new ways and new possibilities. And above all, to begin again. Always.
Goodreads review here