Aluta Continua

From Nursery School to Sub A (or Grade 1 as it’s known now), I went  to school in a small private school in the Eastern Cape of South Africa.  While each of us played on the playgrounds, the boys always used to  compete about something. Whatever it was, the boys were trying to show  off why they were better than the other kids in the playground.

The  first war was with marbles. We used to play marbles each day, every  day, a game I always sucked at. Possibly because I owned about 3 marbles  my whole life, while other kids had in excess of the number they could  count up to. We also used to stand in circles and compare the size of  our muscles. I was an extremely chubby 6 year old, so by virtue of the  fact that fat could be seen as muscle, I DOMINATED! Lastly, there was a  comparison in the speeds our fathers car went up to. If a car went up to  200 kph, you were king of the playground. Unfortunately, ours stopped  at about 160 kph, so during the kisses and catches games, no girl was  running after me 😦

Something which is evident is games  on the playground reflect life as an adult. So today, still, whether  loudly or quietly, we compare our toys, our successes, and our  achievements with others. But the most weird thing that I’ve found we  (which includes myself, ALL THE TIME) do is comparing our problems and  issues with others.

So for example, when I hear someone  complaining about something, I sometimes thing to myself “OMG, is this  person like, being serious? This person is just like Justin Bieber, they  need somebody to loooooove… Is she out there? Is she out there?”

It’s  interesting how I sometimes become an expert in discerning what a real  problem or issue is, and one that doesn’t require much attention. And  most of the time, what I deem to be a real problem or issue is something  I’m going through, and what I decide to be insignificant is something  that I or someone close to me has never experienced before. A random  example of this is how some more wealthy people argue that poverty is an  issue caused by laziness or whatever, and thus deem the problem with  poverty to be less important than is publicised. Or how the less wealthy  deem the more wealthy to be spoilt, and when they hear complaints about  how someone’s father didn’t spend much time with them, they think it to  be useless and insignificant (these are generalisations).

Truth  is, we each have our own crosses to bear. We each have had a completely  different set of circumstances and events that brought us to where we  are, and a completely different set of character traits that determine  how we respond to whatever happens. Therefore, someone else’s issue is  as important to them as my extreme unhappiness with the increase in the  price of Nando’s Quarter Chicken Meal is to me (I’m being facetious, but  you get my point).

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