I was hurtling towards the earth before I even knew that I had lost control. Now I find myself typing up my life story in the far east of Russia, thousands of miles away from the only place I’ve ever called home.
I’ve seen the world. Felt the bitter cold. Been embraced in loving arms and been flung into the unknown, all before I hit 19.
I suppose before I divulge further into this whirlwind of a story I should reintroduce myself.
My name is Lita, once a starry-eyed 17-year-old who pondered about love and the world, now a 19-year-old, forging her way through her the world.
I’m a South African who moved halfway across the globe to one of the coldest country known to man, Russia.
To be flung into the unknown is to reach within yourself and scrape up every bit of your essence and to put it up to a tiny spark then pray it is strong enough to flicker into a fire so bright that it can guide you out.
It’s difficult to explain to what extent my views and opinions of the world have grown and evolved yet remain intrinsically the same.
However I’ll try and perhaps we’ll come to create a different bond with each other, a stronger one.
Part of me would like to say that I am sorry for being tardy to the 2018 wave of writing but I’m not sorry.
It’s been a 134 days as of today (16 April 2017) since I’ve sat down with the intention of ‘publishing’ here. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t open this screen more times than I wish to admit, stumbling through sentences; hoping to make something that spoke to me.
So back from the dead, these are 4 things that I learnt:
1.People are ticking time bombs and while some are grenades, it’s the nuclear bombs you should fear.
Humour me, open your chats and call log.
Who do you speak to the most just because?
There’s your bomb. If they ceased to be there right in this second, would you disintegrate? Are you still standing? How much damage did they leave behind and were they worth it?
Watch yourself with others, don’t become a minefield.
2. Screw what people say, if you think it’s right then it is.
Whatever decisions you make, what you say or wear even what you eat is right so long as you feel that way. You get 24 measly hours a day and to have something haunt you whatever part of the day is a waste of time. Honey you’re golden and that’s all that matters.
3.Please isn’t a magic word – Hello is.
You need capital, advice, transport or the best pizza joint’s number. Google isn’t the best way to get it. You see that person who stood in line behind you? He knows that pizza joint. That woman you passed yesterday? She looking for people who are looking to start a business that she can help fund. You walk past opportunities everyday and you should shoot yourself in the foot for it.
4. Breathe, and do the shite you like.
Remember those measly 24 hours? Well I like writing my crappy poetry and even crappier pieces with it. It makes me happy, so does hopelessly falling in love with everyone and thing around me. I happen to like my weird music and love dancing to it too. I might not know how to cook like a normal person but when I don’t burn, my food is pretty bomb so I’ll enjoy that too. Crying feels good and so does pooping. Having an unpopular opinion doesn’t make you wrong. Life is a compilation of too many 24 hours and too little things we like – so do the shite you like and breathe.