The spark that ignited the flame for today's blog post came from a tweet (which can be found here). But the story goes back to the 12 or so hours before that. And it just made me realise once more how we can sometimes look at things in 2 completely different ways and the emotional effect will be totally opposite to each other.

On Tuesday, my sister and I were given tickets to go and see Prison Codes at the Artscape Arena that evening, a play set in Pollsmoor Prison. The play details the harsh reality of life in prison. A 'good-guy' (Davy) - happily married, wife pregnant with their first child - is wrongfully convicted of a crime he didn't commit, in fact it was a crime he tried to stop. What follows is the story of how, inside the prison walls, Davy is transformed into someone that he could not have imagined even in his wildest dreams, or rather, darkest nightmares...

I thoroughly enjoyed the play (and would also highly recommend it), and I also enjoyed the beautiful warm evening out in Cape Town. The play ended just after 10pm, and after acting like groupies - taking pictures with the cast and snapping ourselves behind the prison bars - we headed home, and on the way dropped 2 of our friends at home who were also with us at the play.




As we stopped outside their house, Naasief invited us inside. Thinking it would be nice to go inside and chill for a few minutes, Fadeelah (my sister) and I obliged. Little did I know that was was meant to be a few minutes would turn out to be 2.5 hours!

As the clock struck midnight, Fadeelah decided that she wanted to see if she still had some gaming skills and have a quick Starcraft battle session with Quaseem and his friend, who had been lanning (gaming) all night. Naasief and I preferred to chat about real estate, rental agents and recent learning points over some choc-mint ice-cream.

We ended up leaving their place at around 1am... and now still had to drive home!

So fast-forward to the next morning, I had lots of trouble waking up after only a minuscule amount of sleep. I was a tad late for work and still fatigued, and that's when (at 9:19am) I authored the tweet: Note to self: Going to bed at 2am on a week night is not a clever idea any more!

BUT then...
About 2 hours later, as I'm driving back to the office after a meeting... I think... again!

Did I just complain about one night of a teency bit of sleep deprivation?
What was I thinking??

Was I being a total prick and ignoring the fact that:
  • I had a great evening out with friends
  • I have awesome friends!!
  • I was lucky enough to be able to have so much fun on a week night
  • There are many people in the world that are not as lucky as we are, and have no family or house to go home to (like those in the play). This can lead to a life of crime, gangs and the underworld
  • The fact that I was tired and had to get up early is because I have a job to go to, many people are unemployed
  • etc...etc...etc

The list goes on and on and on... and the purpose of this post was not to pen my gratitude list online, but I hope you get the gist of what I'm saying. After my realisation of that, I felt so much better, suddenly wasn't even tired any more and was in fact happy about it. And I realised that for a short moment in time I had another bout of ingratitude.

We have so much to be grateful for every second of every day. And no matter how bad you think your circumstance is, there is a multitude of good to be found in it!

"Nothing in life has any meaning except the meaning you give it" - Dr John Demartini

So...
What meaning will you give to this moment?