Conclusion {{Quaeso pro Deo Volente}}


Balance - the story of my life. Who I am, was or ever will be depends heavily on my sense of inner balance.


Possibly the most important thing I have learned this entire year is the importance of a clear, sober mind in times of great tribulation.  Sobriety, not only in the terms of being absent from the influence of intoxicative substances - but also from detaching one's mind from as many exterior influences as humanly possible.  The only way in which this can be achieved efficiently is through gaining a solid knowledge of yourself.

My journey to learning about who I really am has only just begun.  I have seen the possible futures that lie ahead of me.  The gates to the rest of my life have since been opened, paving the way for a self-exploratory adventure of a lifetime.  I have taken steps toward horizons which I once thought to be naught but impractical and desperate attempts at filling the voids within the disfunctional hearts, and have found that my own previous misconceived ideologies in turn did just that.  One of the lessons I have learned is that religion is not, as I had once believed, a complete waste of time.  

Although I do not pretend to fathom the extent to which it is sometimes applied to the lives of many in this world, I do now have a better appreciation for it.  People deal with life in various ways - and for some, belief in a divine Fatherly figure who would never forsake His children is that one reason they have left to live.  I am not saying that religion is a last resort or an alternative to death, merely that it is ...  hope.

Hope is truly a wonder.  I have seen it shine bright in a set of eyes that sometimes plague me.  I have heard it in the way a powerful voice speaks to me - telling me its innermost secrets, aspirations and inhibitions.  I have felt it in a tight embrace which I currently long for most - but can never truly possess because of my own foolishness and ideologies conceived on impulse and causeless rebellion.  Through hope, I have seen a love with the potential to manifest into a work of art whose beauty and scale I can currently only barely touch with the tip of my fingers.  A love of the self.

And so now as this leg of my journey ends, another more promising one begins.  I look forward to the new year - a year of hope; a year of mystery ...  A year of redemption.

Let's make a toast to the year now gone!

Lebogang Kote "Lebsie Le Awesomish" Tlou 23/11/2011

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