SALT ‘N PEPPER

I LIVE A VERY QUIET LIFE.

(playing with photography)

Over the years I have had to quieten my life down. The measures are mostly as a form of protection. Avoiding dangerous triggers is a must. One of the biggest principles in the 12 step recovery program is side-stepping people, places, and things that can lead to excessive temptation and peer pressure, thereby potential relapse. So by default my personal life is simple and steeped in routines that are familiar and safe. To the uninformed observer I might look like a bore. But huuuuuney, rather that than the wild one who lives within. As entertaining as that suedo-character is, it is not fun for myself or anyone around. Sitting and writing this blog so much is running through my mind. How much to say and what not? As a recent recipient of a scam that I fell for I have run into a devious world that sources information about our lives via social-media. If the only good thing I ever do in my life is to protect just one other from experiencing what I have then that is a life well lived.

(my little patio paradise)

Sitting on my patio with my plants I reminisce about the time just before I met him. I was deeply dissatisfied and lonely. Like a wave of possibilities my mojo was invigorated. As quickly sucked dry. Not for long however….I tend to bounce back quickly. Taking a gap out of my second day at Jack & Co., my new work home in Craighall Park,Johannesburg, South Africa, I get quiet and find my peace.

Blogging my ‘stuff’ is not only a cathartic way for me to figure the noise in head out but a way to see light where it seems so dim. Getting home, stuffing my face, baking in the afternoon sun and pondering on what more can I do to get more bums in my chair fast enough to generate capital to get out of the sticky mess my scammer dug for me, I let the wave of disappointment wash over me. Yes, yes, yes I chose to participate. That was dumb. For reasons beyond explained to death, I was besotted in love, enamored in lust and when the topic of future marriage put forward, of course one can be forgiven for being taken by a glorious moment.

Those that know me well know that all I want is just one other human for myself. I like sharing a life, romantically, spiritually and with vision. In other words I love a playmate. Now let’s just get those sordid minds out of the satin’s for just a moment luv! Cooking, movies, dinner for 1 is truly such a bore. Well most of the time anyway.

(pic of Sunday lunch with friends….darn that vino was tempting…lol)

Planning my financial rescue operation for the month ahead, that is both doable and inspiring I get onto my knees and pray. No, I am not asking my HIGHER POWER to be my ATM. I am asking him to find a way to get all the tireless online marketing I do to yield serious results fast. A while ago I reconciled the inner part of me that wants a bit of easy for a change. Honestly, it would be nice to have a mechanism to turn to in times like this that might bail one out. The reality for me and most is that I am going to have to be that guy for myself. The proud upside for me is that I haven’t relapsed….whoop whoop. I guess I am getting stronger. But what a kak experience to go through at THIS time of year. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

(the featured pic & poetry subject of today’s blog)

In the background with the Rivonia peek hour traffic cutting a bold disturbance to the tranquil sounds of DJ Douglas Gaer’s, ‘Dreams’ on Mixcloud…. I try write a bit of poetry.

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DREAMS

SALT ‘N PEPPER

In all of our lives, moments may consume us but it is when we choose to rise that we become dangerous. BE DANGEROUS!

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self! ✌🏽 •AJB•

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What potentially, may be the best read of the day…. buckle up, put your seatbelt on and let’s go for a drive…… 🤣

LOVE IS CRUEL!

(playing with pics)

I cannot help but ball my eyes out.

Yes, he is chunking.

He blames himself.

Dammit they are right!

Bedroom?

The interest was overwhelming.

The more I discovered about his life,

the more I needed to help.

My love language is :

ACTS OF SERVICE!!!

My white privileged life clouded my judgement.

What I mean is ………

I felt so guilty about being gwm, Afrikaans surname, Christian and a human, supposedly.

I have always felt like that.

I wept many nights hating the world for the fact that we are so judgmental about whom should have and whom shouldn’t.

WHAT WOULD THE WORLD, HONESTLY , LOOK LIKE IF WE ALL WERE EQUAL IN EVERY WAY!

ONLY CHOICE DIVIDING US!

MAY THE BEST HEART WIN?

COULD WE SAY; IF IT WERE A RACE; THAT WE WOULD STAND ANY CHANCE?

I wouldn’t!

Our ancestors are watching.

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Earth = 1 House

I got sold wholeheartedly into his story. My beliefs regarding helping others kicked in, I gave everything.

MY HEART!!

MY HUMANITY!!

MY IDEALIST!!

I was under the spell of trying to be a better human, for myself and the history I inherited from my country.

SCAMMED.

I sit humiliated, angry, disappointed and indelibly horrified that someone can be so cruel. As the dark of night he vanished as quick as the moment confounded me.

Gone; goodbye forever.

By now gone …….

Just as well……. ‘ain’t a girl got no money, NO TIME FOR DAT,’ as she tip-taps them straining heels over cobbles. “Damn!”

A quick synopsis: from struggling to survive, not being free to being out, to “Ge-Hamba, Ge-Voetsek, Ge-Weg, Ge-Gone-with-the-wind.”

The rest as they say on ⬇️,

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IsHisSTORY!

LET’S

Over the years I have explored expressing myself in many different ways. Through the work I do, the art I try create, the way I love, dress, music I listen to, read, do, like and ‘not-so-much’. Perhaps however, is the magic of moving home, finding home and myself in it that has brought some great reflection for me about myself. The above collage depicts, in part some of my vibes. The interesting thing for me is that each of the above pics on my social-media has brought various people and engagement. They all judged based on what I evoked in them. The thing is that, I am in part, that which they judge but not all. Recently I started to conduct a little experiment. I do these amateur experiments from time to time. I try measure whether what I feel to be true about what I think is accurate or not. The main reason is that I find it very difficult to know wether people are genuine or masking. We all mask! I think our programming teaches us to be polite and PC. I mean have you ever exploded, voiced your opinion and immediately after wish you hadn’t said it? Not because one said something false but rather exactly truthfully. I have. The people-pleaser in me suffers much and the game of trying to amend becomes an illusion of delusion. The pit of exactness is a trickster to navigate. For years I have been aware that most people hate the actual truth. Many say we do but when it comes we dispel the facts by feeling hard done by. A battle of ‘most-right’ can be grueling.

The last month has tested my wits to no end. I stumbled into a bromance. It is no ordinary moment. The energy is a connection I have not experienced before. Chatting for hours and discovering historical, cultural and social influence differences is reminding me so some things I have forgotten about. Civility. You know the kind of civility we often saw from grandparents at church. In my frantic fight to reach for my dreams, sometimes I bulldozed my way to see myself as I want to define. I cannot stand living up to what others say I should be. Being Aries, I want to choose and not be dictated to. Yes, those consequences are then my own to live with, but those too are my own consequences. I may make a lot of mistakes, but at least they are honestly so. I cannot imagine being a ZUPTA. How does one live with oneself destroying another’s freedom to dream. Worse still, steal the opportunity for them to strive for it. So much is learnt by giving the dream a go. Historically and presently the ones who have the most to lose create powerful and exclusive tribes of haves. The tightening of that cord is seeing many more starving as the wealthy get wealthier.

I wonder why so many struggle with kindness? Or in a nutshell….. civility?

A civility of a different kind has disturbed my creativity. The civility of ‘does he/doesn’t he’ or ‘has he/ hasn’t he’ is terrible. I find it destroys me as I keep waiting for definitive answers before making a character call. It’s a time thing. How can one judge honestly before one even knows another properly. The point is that the yo-yo is much like a ‘Toyi-toyi’. Hostile to serenity and engaging like a ‘can’t-open-my-eyes-but-have-to-peek’ bloody scene. I can’t. I do. The energy is the peeking, the learning the ‘eyes-shut’. It’s creative as possible scenarios yield possible reactions and outcomes. I hope with all my heart that the outcome is favorable. It would be nice to have little love affair for a while. One that flows organically as this one does, would add some great flavor to a tough time in history. I personally think that the world grows more and more insane daily. You? As for myself the tug of war between what I know as almost tangible energy between two people vs the complexity of two individuals is hectic. I always wonder why loving another intellectually, spiritually and emotionally is unpredictable. That might be my hairdressing background. A lot of colour outcomes are a given. Blue Ash on blonde goes green. All colour goes warm. Level 6-8 are difficult to control. People think it is easy until they experience disaster. Anyhow I struggle with humans because we cannot control eachother. We might think we can but at best humans are contained to our galaxy for now.

In the movie Lucy with Morgan Freeman & Scarlett Johansson the very concept of control is explored. What would happen if we utilized more that 10% of our brains? Imagine for a second. If we do what we do now…….?

The social experiment I have been conducting revolves around the question I have of wether people are perverts or not? I think the answer is yes. This is an interpretation of the fact that Reality Tv is an ever expanding addiction. I changed my social-media into two categories: personal and professional. The interesting thing is that who I am thought to be has received more interest than what I actually do. Funny that?

The point is that the little I share about myself really, through my blog, personal pages are far more engaged than the evidence of my professional stuff.

Crazy world we live in?

The truth is that the talents given by my Higher Power are far more interesting than the person delivering them. I am just a human like all of us learning my way around this life. It thrills me to engage life, interpret and create something. The reason is that this world is not about us. Rather it is about how we serve the One who gave us the abilities to co-create! In other words which rabbit will we chase? Self or the honoring of the gifts we have by using them to love others?

In this chilled Mixcloud session by Dj Biro, the calm, I hope gives us space to center ourselves. To find the proverbial rabbit and the will to do what must be done.

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BIRO: CHILLED SESSION< strong>CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

Willful

There is something about these Strelitzia’s. The unashamed boastful display of colour, powerful stems, dramatic shape and the pomp of its sky pointed head shout authentic purpose. I cut these from the garden yesterday. With guests coming over for dinner, as one does, my humble home needed to be ‘facing the sky.’ Dinner was a massive success with doggie bags on hand, I had achieved the impression necessary. More than that I had touched another heart, respectfully and with my kind of love. I love making others feel validated and cherished. Been like that since a kid.

With Higher Power guidance this morning I read JOHN 14. Appropriately placed after intense prayers for growth, the answer of not to worry was a welcome relief to my disturbed heart. I guess that the violence of a stranger tweeting me, yesterday has peeved me off. If there is one thing I cannot handle, is false accusations and embroiled character assassination. Once again a frustrated human chose to exercise their misdiagnosed racist commentary of me. This based solely on the colour of my skin.

The irony of it all is that it is on a colonial developed communication method that he chose to have a go at me. Darling, next time be authentic and darn well use smoke signals if you hate the things Europe has brought to Africa…and please take off that western fashion and stop using colonial lavatories. Get a flipping grip… not all people act like assholes like you just have. Needless to say what has disturbed me the most, is the fact that I actually care, when I shouldn’t.

On Sunday, a Makeup Artist friend and I were chatting about business in general. I offered to run an online survey, both for her information and myself. Well, actually for anyone that might be needing information; especially in the ‘luxury’ industries. I had some interesting feedback, mostly pvt.

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ONLINE CONSUMER SURVEY

ERIK OF BETTERMAN

says:

How to not be a puppet…

Imagine for a second thousands of strings shooting out of your body and connecting you to the world.

They connect you to people and to experiences.

Every time something happens or someone says some thing, a string gets jerked, and with it, you.

Is that really how you want to live your life??

As a marionette controlled by the world at large??

Cut the strings.

Your mood, your actions, your thoughts should not be at the mercy of the tug of a string.

Acta non verba,

Erik

Founder of BetterMan

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” Nido Qubein

Another way perspective is this….

So as I take myself on hand acknowledging my own inner ‘good guy’ and putting my faith in my Higher Power, forgetting my accuser, I hope that this Mixcloud mix injects some love into your day and gets us boxing the box.

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HAPPY HOUSE

Choose ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

EXPLICABLE

I AFRICA!

I won the Twincare South African Hairstylist of the Year 2017 almost a year ago. I chose to take that title and champion it to a cause I wholeheartedly believe in. My country, my people, my beliefs. I am Africa!

Although my history and living experiences are vastly different to the majority of people of ZA in my age group, their plight has suffered much in my heart. I cannot tell you why I am like this, I have always been for as long as I can remember. I was asked yesterday, clients, after publicly declaring my multi-racial relationship if I had been judged. The answer is an obvious one, but also the applause has been warming. For years as an artist I have known that one needs contrasts of light to depict a subject in it’s best form. It is advice I dispense to my clients when choreographing Hair & Makeup to a wardrobe for an event. As an example, if one is going with a classic outfit one might break the simplicity of it by having bedhead hair teamed up with beach-babe glow makeup. Or nude tone outfits teamed up with slick hair and sultry makeup…..contrasts. Anyhow, the point is that the cards have been on the table my whole life that I would end up finding the contrast to my own skin deeply interesting and appealing. Goodness knows that I spend fortunes on getting my skin to a sun kissed glow….the Africa kiss….lol. It just so happens that I have landed myself into a relationship of contrasts. His espresso skin that light dances off, delights my eyes to watch. I have tried a few times to take a pic of how the light dances on his skin. My amateur photography hasn’t cracked it yet. The visual of my blotchy pink skin against the glory of his is spell-bounding for the artist in me. It makes me feel rather insignificant, to tell you the truth. I count myself fortunate to watch the sun dancing off of his flawless skin. And moi, it’s spray tan with glitter sprinkles etc etc to even get a glimpse of anything dancing on my skin. Life can be so cruel!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Amandla nguwethu

(Power to the People)

I am bursting with the ‘toy-toy’ in my veins today. After a bad nights sleep on Friday night I didn’t pay much attention to the announcement of the Courts decision to, finally, hear the charges against Jacob Zuma for his theft of the South African people’s lives. I certainly hope that some levels of self-respect are left in the legal fraternity and the Oath they swear by to uphold the ends of justice. If not, shame on you. I certainly hope that in the face of the people of ZA, not one legal mind will spit on us by defending these criminals to a country’s hope, pride, dignity and survival. There comes a time in a man’s life where he must face the music, if he is to be called a man at all!And a time to take a stand and disassociate with people of such.So today as I scan through the tweets, news and information regarding Zuma/ESKOM/Gupta/ANC I hope that my little voice will ripple through this gorgeous nation. This nation that when it shines it reflects a hope unlike the world has known. We are Africa, and we have endured, fought and held on. We are Africa and you just cannot keep forgetting us. We are proud of our honesty and we are proud of love, even when you fail to love us as we have loved you. Don’t forget to sparkle our diamonds you wear in that crown daaaaaaarlin’; that is our love….big, bold and fabulous huuuuuuney! That leopard on your wall, let it remind you that we have bleed for your opulence. That fur you walk on that is is our dignity that cushions and raises your feet. We are Africa! Our love is Africa and you have yet to match it! Catch up….we grow strong!

This pic I took of these salad servers I bought at the Hyde Park Craft Market on Friday night are already serving. They serve to initiate the point of today’s blog. With the backdrop of Mixcloud, the mood in my heart is set on serving my dose of a love salad….like only I, arguably, can…😜!

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LIQUID LOUNGE

Dear Powers that Be

43 years, 6 months, 4 days, 5 hrs ago, today, I was born. I was born in Addington hospital, Durban, KwaZulu-Natal. Back then my dreams were shot to hell by a society that judged creative boys. Every opportunity missed because I didn’t fit the mould. When I finally fell in love, for the 1st time at 17, my life changed forever. I discovered the cause of the freedom fight. Even though 1 of the people who raped me as a child was of a different skin to me, I was strong enough to not judge the all by the one. I lent my life to the cause for which a hero arose in Nelson Mandela. I was more free to explore these people I cared for, whom I didn’t know. I did. As the years trickled by and my own dark places encroached and stifled my growth, still I dreamt of freedom for you and for myself. I was scared of not being accepted as my society had robbed me of that already so well. As I learnt to face my personal demons and struggles as I still do, the path back to lending my little life to a cause I had left behind has grown strong again. No longer can I find my own quiet peace amongst a people I love so much because the tears they cry keeps me up at night. Their tears haunt my dreams. Still the theft of their lives goes on. In Mozambique, in rehab, I confronted my own perceptions of privilege by acknowledging that I had had it easy, even though in my society I was frowned upon….I was poor, not hip, and certainly not from the right stock. They were wrong. I am from the stock that taught me to love all people no matter who they were. She read those stories and showed me movies on how not to judge by filters that colour the world so wrong. He taught me to survive. I did even from his own torturous hands. I am from that stock where Africa runs free. The stock that learns to forgive, even when wronged. And we rise early to show our dignity even if your hate is still so long. Now the time has come that the children of this land no longer will stand for the rape you did back then, and still. You are old and we are strong! You taught us to stand up for truth! We stand! Against you, then and still! We want our opportunities back. The freedom you took , then and still. Our dreams are more important that the fat you carry in your belly from our labours. Our dreams must be lived! Yours have gathered dust that eat the moth! You got it wrong, then and still.

❤️

An Angry Africa Child


Choose
you are old and frail. Our dreams are bigger than your lust.

#❤️🇿🇦🌈

✌🏽

•AJB•

ANECDOTE

STOP REPORTING MY BLOG ON FACEBOOK! IT IS SOOOOOOOO CHILDISH!

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DJ STEVIE B

5:56 AM SANDOWN, JOHANNESBURG

It is controversial living in ZA to say the least. Everywhere glass buildings are springing up, yet reports of international investor interest is apparently in the negative. Another 51 Billion rand is squandered by the ANC/GUPTA’S/ZUMA. Grace Mugabe flees facing trial for assault, Zuma jnr flees to Dubai, increasingly people are losing their jobs, the Western World argues Trump, Brexit, Putin and we continue to kill eachother physically and emotionally. Even this little blog has been reported and blocked by Facebook. I mean doll can you actually belieeeeeeeeve it. Me a hairdresser that endeavors to lend his voice to love.

I MEAN SERIOUSLY!

The first few times it happened, I thought I was doing something wrong. I am not the most tech savvy guy. When things go wrong I am like, “ Haibo, marrawe, now what, bliksem.” Eventually I understood that a somebody other laid a complaint. Now considering that that I have been respectful in my approach on spiritual matters, never display overtly sexual content, refrain from using foul language, mostly, and don’t incite violence or hate; phenomena is perhaps the word as to why someone might report my blog. The only 2 conclusions I can draw are hairdressing counterparts who are trying to stop me from marketing myself through this medium or political people who hate hearing the truth. Huuuuuuuney, sweetie, daaaaarlin’ bookie, angel, luuuuvie whoever you are grow the $&#! up.

Dear SABC, SAA, ANC< strong>COULD YOU PLEASE JUST ADMIT YOUR FAULTS. Give up and give that guy a chance. I promise you that pride only drags one to do things that make matters worse. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt and certainly washed the floor with said shirt. The crises is not in raising the flag of surrender, it is the continuation of making fools of yourselves by sucking the marrow out of the bone in a country fraying. Your legacy of freedom has and is blood. The emotional blood of those that died for it that you squandered. Throughout history leaders rise and fell. Each had its season. If there is any conscience in you, any love for this country put pride aside and give another the chance to raise the Phoenix out of the ashes that you so eloquently burnt to cinders.

From the mouths of your people…. “Eish, not again!”

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CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 25

Yes, we all aspire to great wealth, fame, success and influence. The difference is how we get there. Will we be remembered as doing so in a manner that frees others to do the same, or that keeps them captive as slaves to our protocol?

I made this little video, both to market myself as a stylist but also hope that it inspires in you creativity. Creativity enough to think out of the confines of an overcrowded box that suffocated ourselves at large. We all need a bit of fresh air! Don’t be afraid to get some by booking your SLIPTOVER and save a penny too.

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SLIPTOVER VOUCHER

Choose ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

Vanities Fare

PEOPLE ARE CHOOSING TO CHANGE THEIR GENDER, SKIN COLOUR, SEXUAL IDENTITY CLASSIFICATION, AND EVERY OTHER POSSIBLE WAY OF EXPRESSING THEMSELVES. I OFTEN WONDER IF THE PRICE WE PAY FOR VANITY IS SEPARATING US FROM AUTHENTICITY. THE DEFINITIONS OF VANITY, ABOVE, BEGS A RATHER THOUGHTFUL REFLECTION. I FOR ONE AGREE WITH FREE CHOICE AND EACH OF US MUST LIVE WITH THOSE CHOICES AND CONSEQUENCES. LESS TOLERABLE IS IF VANITIES FARE COMES AT THE PRICE OF ANOTHER LIFE?

RIGHT?!?!?

Sandown, Johannesburg, ZA, 5:48am

In ‘Conversations in a Cab 24’ the Driver and I, besides being caught in crazy hailstorm downpours, had me in tears as he offered to protect me doing a money transfer in a mall in Alexander. Alexander is an emerging suburb that in formative years was an informal settlement. Obviously, predominantly African due to the disgraceful Apartheid era that treated humans with contempt. I was completely blown away by this complete strangers kindness and care towards me. Especially if one considers that the colour of my skin, is organically associated with the oppressive actions of Verwoerd and the men who shamed an entire country.

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CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 24

Laughingly, this blog is taking a couple of days to manifest out of me. I say laughingly as I am not one of those people that can sit with difficult things for long periods of time. I am impulsive and emotional. The upside is that I am authentic and not calculating. And as far as I am concerned I have had more than my fair share of game players, liars and manipulative predators. I like being real and I certainly love real others. I am sick to death of all the suede-science of agenda masking, psychological warfare of the world at large. As a prime example, if we know that people tend to drive recklessly why do we bother making super fast cars available to the consumer? Isn’t it then logical that if we cannot obey the speed limits that we take away the means to do so. It is much like the ‘guns or not guns’ argument in the USA. Why on earth are alarm bells not being rung globally on a human having 47 guns. Surely, again logically speaking, each household should be allowed 1 gun that can be deployed should an intruder threaten the lives of a family. I mean really doll. 47 guns should be a screaming warning that something is awry. Right?!?!?!?

I relate all of this to myself.

I have learnt that my personal preferences cannot be made the duty of another human to fulfill. That remains my exclusive responsibility!

As an example:

I love the slightly burnt parts on cookies. I can’t buy them in shops. But I can’t expect shops to cater for my occasional craving of Mom’s cookie recipe that sometimes got a little browner than others. The ones I loved best. Why I like slightly charred cookies, God alone knows, I just do. I have searched far and wide for my Mommy’s cookie recipe, which were fabulous, but to no avail. But it will be discovered and treasured. I am simple guy like that. It is the pure goodness of things that speak to me loudest. These days things are so over done, over sold, over dressed, over everything.

KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID, is still a mantra I believe in.

Like my friends know, I am always hunting recipes where fruit is a sweet element to savoury. This is my simple approach to food….simple, interesting and as organic and natural as possible. These days even when I eat out I have to ask for my pasta and sauce separate as most places drown the flavor of pasta with overdone sauces. I like a smidgen of sauce so that I can get the full-bodied flavor of the pasta.

How does this rambling relate to vanities fare?

Simply this….. if my life infringes on the life of another negatively in any shape or form then I need to adjust myself to make allowances for equal rights for the other to thrive. This is called WE ALL WIN.

THE ARROGANCE OF OUR SOCIETY THAT HOLDS ITSELF AS BETTER OR GREATER THAN ANOTHER IS STARTLING TO SAY THE LEAST.

Without others, if we were the only homosapien left on the planet we would have no humanity. We would either run smack bang into our death by nature, death by self or we would value the life of other things around us.

THEN PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY IN GODS NAME ON A PLANET FILLED WITH FRIENDS LIKE OURSELVES CAN WE NOT SHOW THE RESPECT THAT EVERY OTHER DESERVES BY GETTING OVER OURSELVES AND START LOVING THE WORLD AT LARGE. IT IS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD, FILLED WITH BEAUTIFUL THINGS. BETTER STILL IT HAS BILLIONS OF OTHERS LIKE OURSELVES TO LOVE.

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BEAUTIFUL EARTH

OPEN OUR EYES, WE ARE STILL HATING AND KILLING EACHOTHER!!!

And for what….. vanity? To be most beautiful, most rich, most powerful, most popular. Well huuuuuuney the recent warnings of our beautiful planet may have just reminded us that we are nothing compared to Mother Nature. When we will we learn that our arrogant self-importance is all in our own minds and not the reality the universe operates in. LIKE WHEN?

Ask ourselves…..

IS THE FARE OF MY VANITIES WORTH THE PRICE OF A PLANET BEING DESTROYED BY US? IS THE FARE OF OUR VANITIES WORTH THE SINGLE LIFE OF OTHER LIVING THINGS? IS THE FARE OF OUR VANITIES WORTH ANYTHING AT ALL IF BLOOD IS SHED FOR IT?

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WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•