The Slow Fade When Death Isn't Physical

We universally recognize death as the cessation of biological functions: no heartbeat, no breath, no brain activity. But what if the true death, the one that truly extinguishes the light within us, occurs long before the body ceases to function? What if the real demise begins not with a final gasp, but with a slow, insidious fade of the spirit?

For many, death isn't a sudden event; it's a gradual erosion. It's the day conscience loses its grip, when the internal compass that guides us towards right and wrong spins uselessly. It's the creeping apathy that silences the caring voice, the one that once felt deeply for the suffering of others. It's the gradual evaporation of love, replaced by a cold indifference, a closing off of the heart. It's the erosion of empathy, the inability to understand or share the feelings of those around us, leaving us isolated in our own private world. And perhaps most poignantly, it's the crushing weight of hopelessness, the absence of that vital spark that fuels our dreams and aspirations, both for ourselves and for the world around us.

When these fundamental elements of the human experience begin to wither, are we truly living? Or are we merely existing, shells of our former selves, walking through the motions of life with a hollowness that defies any medical diagnosis?

"I am walking dead," one anguished soul recently wrote, encapsulating this profound and often overlooked reality. "Cry not at my funeral for my demise came last summer." This powerful statement speaks volumes about the silent suffering of those who have lost their inner light, those whose internal world has crumbled long before their physical being fades away.

This "spiritual death" can be triggered by a multitude of factors: trauma, chronic illness, profound loss, crippling depression, or the relentless pressure of a world that often feels indifferent to our individual struggles. The causes may vary, but the effect is the same: a gradual detachment from life, a slow fade into a darkness that no amount of medical intervention can reverse.

Recognizing this form of death is crucial. It forces us to confront the importance of mental and emotional well-being, to prioritize connection and empathy, and to nurture the flame of hope within ourselves and others. It reminds us that true living isn't just about breathing; it's about feeling, caring, and believing in the possibility of a brighter future.

Perhaps, instead of solely focusing on prolonging the physical existence, we should dedicate more resources to preventing this slow, agonizing descent into spiritual death. We need to foster environments that nurture compassion, understanding, and hope. We need to break the stigma surrounding mental health and encourage open and honest conversations about the struggles we all face.

For those who feel the darkness closing in, remember that help is available. There are resources and individuals who care and want to help reignite that inner spark. Don't let the slow fade become a permanent eclipse.

Perhaps, by acknowledging this deeper understanding of death, we can learn to truly live.

Is Death More Painful Than Life

 The Uncomfortable Question: Is Death More Painful Than Life?

We spend our lives, forward the most part, trying to avoid conversations about death. It’s a topic steeped in fear, uncertainty, and profound sadness. Yet, it’s a universal experience, the single inescapable truth that binds us all. And in the quiet moments, when the whirlwind of daily life subsides, a certain question can arise, a haunting whisper that asks: is death as painful as life?

It’s a question that cuts to the core of our existence, a subtle rebellion against the narrative that life, by its very definition, is the superior state. We’re taught to cherish life, to fight for it, to fear its end. But what if the experience of living, with all its inherent struggles, its heartaches, its disappointments, is sometimes more agonizing than the unknown that awaits us beyond the veil?

Consider the spectrum of human suffering. There's the physical pain – chronic illnesses, accidents, the slow decay of the body. But beyond that lies the vast landscape of emotional and psychological torment – the crushing weight of grief, the piercing sting of betrayal, the gnawing emptiness of loneliness, the relentless burden of mental illness. These are the silent wounds we carry, the battles we fight internally, often unseen and unacknowledged.

Life is rarely a smooth, untroubled journey. It’s a rollercoaster of highs and lows, a dance between joy and sorrow, hope and despair. We endure the pain of loss, the sting of rejection, the frustration of unfulfilled potential. We wrestle with existential anxieties, the fear of meaninglessness, the weight of our decisions. This is the reality of being human, and it’s not always pretty.

And then there’s death. While the physical act of dying can undoubtedly be painful, the question shifts when considering the experience of death itself. After all, once consciousness fades, does suffering continue? For most, the fear of death lies not in what follows, but in the unknown, in the cessation of existence as we know it, in the separation from loved ones. We fear what we don’t understand, and death remains the ultimate mystery.

So, is it possible that, in some cases, death offers an escape from the persistent pain of living? Is it possible that the cessation of consciousness, the end of struggle, could be a form of peace, a respite from the relentless challenges of existence? This isn't to romanticize death or diminish the value of life. Rather, it’s to acknowledge the inherent complexity of human experience, to recognize that pain, in its myriad forms, is an integral part of it.

This question doesn't offer easy answers. It invites us to contemplate the nature of suffering, the meaning of life, and the mystery of death. It urges us to be compassionate not only towards those who are struggling but also to ourselves. It reminds us that life is a precious gift, but also a challenging one. And perhaps, in acknowledging the potential for pain, we can find a deeper appreciation for the moments of joy, connection, and peace that we do experience.

Ultimately, the answer to the question "is death as painful as life?" is deeply personal and subjective. It depends on individual circumstances, perspectives, and the unique tapestry of each person’s life. The very act of asking it, however, is a powerful reminder to live with intention, to seek joy amidst the struggle, and to cherish the precious time we have, however fleeting.

It's a question that compels us to live more fully, to embrace the messy, beautiful, and sometimes painful journey of being alive.

random thoughts about leaving

In the quiet hours of twilight's embrace,

A tale unfolds of parting ways, a chase,

Where footsteps fade and memories burn,

Leaving behind a heart that yearns.

Oh, the bittersweet sorrow of farewells,

As we wander through life's intricate spells,

In the depths of souls, a longing stirs,

For the ones we leave, the ones we were.

With heavy steps, we venture afar,

Seeking solace from a distant star,

Leaving behind what once was dear,

In pursuit of dreams, we hold so near.

A chapter ends, a new one begins,

As the road ahead gleams and beckons,

Yet a whisper lingers, a haunting plea,

Will we ever return, will we ever be free?

Oh, the echoes of laughter, the tears we shed,

As we bid adieu to the life we led,

For in leaving, we find a piece of our soul,

A chance to grow, to become whole.

But as we tread on unfamiliar ground,

A yearning for home is forever found,

The places we've left, the faces we've known,

Forever etched in the depths of our own.

The winds may carry us far and wide,

Yet the heart's compass will never subside,

For in every step, in every turn,

The longing to return, forever burns.

So, let us embrace the journey we take,

With open hearts, and promises we make,

For though we leave, we'll never forget,

The moments we shared, the love we met.

And though we may never return again,

In our hearts, the memories remain,

For leaving is but a part of life's grand dance,

A chance to grow, to take a chance.

So, let us cherish the moments we share,

For in leaving, we find the strength to dare,

To explore, to discover, to forever yearn,

In the hope that one day, we may return.

Protest Your Sanctuary

This piece isn't about blame shifting/rotating, projecting but rather a honest attempt in helping you protect your sanctuary brother or sister be awake and protect your sanctuary.

A sanctuary is a place of safety, refuge or protection for the purpose of this piece , a sanctuary may be divided into these four categories.

1. Physical

2. Mentally

3. Spiritually

4. Emotionally

Your Mental health, Personal space ,and Circle of friends are all part of your sanctuary.

•The kind of people you surround yourself with

•The kind of activities you engage in for fun

•The kind of activities you engage in for self development

•The kind of music you listen to

Please understand that we are personally responsible for who we become at the end of the day. 

Protecting your sanctuary,you won't achieve certain things if you are too emotionally invested in people who do not add any positive in your life.

Accommodating such people in your life is a recipe for disaster.

Such people are nothing but, dead weight.

Not that they are useless entirely it's just that they are not useful to you and your earthly assigned mission. Dead weight 💪🏋️may help you if you are a body doing bench presses otherwise it slows you down or prevent you from getting ahead....cut it✂️

Stay away from toxic people in life who guilt trip you for what you have managed to achieve on your own and tell you that you should be thankful because you have this and that stop looking for more because there are people less privileged than you whereas you earned your achievement's purely on basis of;

• Personal Drive
• Attitude
• Self Discipline
• Sacrifices
• Determination 
• Ambition
• Endurance

Toxic people tie a noose around their ignorance, arrogance and pride just to sit comfortably in their comfort zone playing the victim as they grow and go through life without being responsible for anything except blaming those who put work in.

I am an African Child and that's without a single shade of doubt but I can't relate with most people my generation based on what I have wrote.

I feel that as an African we still have a long way to go mentally more than physically, 

we need to fetch our lives from deep within ourselves first and foremost.

There are negative things in the past that were done to our forefathers that hindered our growth, let's break the cycle.

History cannot be changed but we can't trade the future for Social gatherings, fun and adding to population whereas we have major shortages elsewhere.

It is within us to change the status quo, it is within us to put our best foot forward in unity and find a way to translate to the world and each other that greatness is our fate.

If this is mutual , it is crucial for you to protect your sanctuary and stay away from anyone who has not made means to achieve anything in the past 12 months and isn't making any moves towards progress.

Securing our future is the only gospel we should be preaching, prioritizing and practicing properly.

We are emphatic as humans meaning we have the capability to sensing the emotions of others. 

You can't walk into a house full of people mourning 😭😢 and maintain a smile☺️ throughout whether you are happy or not that's just the way it goes.

Energy is like temperature Fam, even ice ❄️ doesn't stay long without changing form in a hot oven 🔥.

Protect your sanctuary, your work ethic, your consistency. 

Rub shoulders with people whom are more knowledgeable than you , if they aren't they better be open minded and willing to grow otherwise they will change you instead.

It may seem as if you are thinking highly of yourself but if that's the only option you are left with, make it... protect your sanctuary.

Protect your sanctuary everyone have an idea of what they must have in order for them to feel complete and that includes their dreams but very few are willing to pay the price.

If success was a 300+ pages book most people would simply skim through the pages staring at the pictures... protect your sanctuary.

Our generation have retired from thinking, original ideas are rare and i can tell from stolen posts flooding your FB friends timeline .

Protect your sanctuary.

@Mohlalefi_SA

4/25/2020

I KNEW A GIRL ONCE

I knew a girl once who lived in a house made of skin,With the spine of time stretched through it.

The slightest wind would make it spin,It trapped a symphony of voices.

An escalating cacophony of whirlwinds

Each see one a pinpoint in time

An etched groove in her mind

But she refused to unravel

Terrified of what she might find,

Instead she spent her days living from the outside in

She wore badges of silence

And learned to bend with most winds

And when the horns would blow

She'd let their fury reign from within.

Protected by falsehoods and pride

A thick societal skin,

But to the world she glowed

Like the moon and sun's origins

Wrapped up in someone else's skin.

That's when the whispers begin,

That she was coloured by incest.

Coloured by date rape,

Coloured by pretense,

False representations,

False mandates.

Open your eyes,

Realize when your true voice calls,

That no lies will hold it within,

Every day of your life a new truth you will write,

But with your eyes closed you will spin.

Open your eyes,

Realize when your true voice calls,

That no lies will hold it within,

Every day of your life a new truth you will write.

But with your eyes closed you will spin

Open your eyes

Realize when your true voice calls

That no lies will hold it within

Every day of your life a new truth you will write

But with your eyes closed you will spin

Credit Lebogang Mashile

Now Is The Time

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In a few years from now, the main  difference between us will be how we spent our time as youth before we speak of success. Our most valuable asset is not that expensive watch , but time itself.

We are all allocated the same 24 hours and how we spend it is what makes us differ at the end of the day. 
You can choose to sleep after watching your favorite TV program  while other kids are burning midnight oil studying or partying  until the early hours of the morning.. 

It is all up to you just beware of what you are spending your time in or on, because it is your future investment, your time is the only thing you'll be left with when  everything else is over...will it be time spent in regret or rejoice ? You get to decide it now.

At times as Africans we think we are not prospering because of traditional reasons and witch craft but what we forget is that we invest our time daily and if we invest in wrong things we will simply reap what we invested.

So from me to you remember this.

• You have the power to make decisions and your decisions have the power to make you. 

• Time is a luxury and Timing is everything. 

• Everything is possible but not everything is profitable.  

I'm not so sorry

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It has been brought to my attention that I have a habit of rubbing my success on others with a social standard lower than mine, well you may be wondering since when   do I pay mind to gossip , rumors or anything spoken behind my back ; those are signs of weakness from deep within.

Where I'm going with this is further back ; that is contrary to popular belief. Like what do you know about living in a one roomed home packed like sardines with both siblings and parents? Need i mention the generational gaps and the difficulties one would face just to take a bath ?

with parents unemployed and it seemed normal cause every single house hold have more unemployed people than the employed, neighbors frown and squirm in your presence because they expect you to beg or borrow something, its obvious they aren't welcome to that no more but you have to stick to the mandate.

I went through school with no lunch box money, full uniform or sufficient stationery i went through it all.While other kids were worried about DJ Careless's big bash... i had to learn how to fund-raise to support myself , seeing that the only income we have is my brother and mom's SASSA i had to sell Snacks and Sweets from primary to high school that went as far as contributing to the costs of my matric dance.

I developed foolish pride, i don't like people feeling sorry for me since then.
Don't help me with anything if you are going to tell everyone about it.
I care a lot about who gets to see me in certain emotional state, i don't like to react at all.
I have grown stoic .

As for dreams or thoughts of the future i had none except for going to bed with a full stomach and waking up with breakfast instead of leftovers, if there's anything i learned and perfected it has to be survival and how to stay driven.

Post high school life entails so many expectations and disappointments from oneself and the family, i went through that too.

Getting education and skills enough to get myself economically active was hard also but i had to soldier on, I remember 1 April 2015 I was too anxious and I experienced heart palpitations and thought its a heart-attack I wasn't ready to die for i knew my existences had a far lesser impact at the time.

I will not forget the days when i would leave home with an empty stomach to go volunteer my time and skills in an NPO just to help others grasp content, little did i know i will end up as a staff member @ TPY.

My grind  haven't been easy but they believed in me, identified me and invested in me and i am a product of it.

I can only imagine how hard it is for my friend Shabba to turn of his sound system for me to come and study at his place since mine is filled to the rafters (talk about being told what to do in your private space).

I left church for i saw that the time i wasted there wasn't appreciated,reciprocated or beneficial instead all its motives were financially driven to a point that if you are gullible ,less discerning and questioning you'd take offense.

I guess what i am trying to say is excuse me if i seem to be bragging about little success, it is called success because it did not come easy.

I was born with no master plan but i just happened to articulate my way to the future.

There is no success without sacrifices and i sacrificed a lot. I lost someone i thought i'd grow old with, I lost Pro Kid and my sanity.

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WHAT DO YOU HOLD FOR THE FUTURE

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The following Blogpost is a reflection of what I have been observing and as such I do not compel anyone to find sense in it, however I ask you to read diligently so you can quote me properly so.....enjoy!

I've heard it said more than once that “we shall see what the future holds for us ", I’m sitting on a lonely corner analysing the trends and listening if not watching the current affairs. In the midst of #FeesMustFall #Poverty and #Unemployment Crime becomes a factor in this equation but hold up wait...Those are symptoms of a problem we think we are experiencing.

We as a nation have been challenged to act within our capacity to deal with the problems we have for the good of this country, and of course our future.

"It is counter-intuitive to ask  What do we hold for the future than it is to say "what does the future hold for us". 

It is a no brainier that the future belongs to us but what efforts are we putting in place to shape the quality of the lives we desire to live in future?

Is it a role we can expect answers for from our politicians, we need to take a stance as one and see to it that we do the little we can to improve ourselves? It is no doubt our country is in a undesirable condition as of yet, I am from a underprivileged background and I won't blame it on my adversity for the adverse effects in my life but rather our education system, I would like to think that I speak for masses when I say it is poor and further more I will take time to moralize you a picture.

Compared to our neighboring countries that are struggling economically we have poor grades and our education is irrelevant for most, after learning how to read and write some of the things that formed part of the curriculum were not compulsory for all....can I please set the tone for this one, let me start by outlining the fact that not everyone is going to be successful through academic skills as we are all given and gifted uniquely.

With all that said I would strongly suggest/propose that we adopt the same model in place for Zimbabweans and our neighbouring countries, Zimbabwe will be the centre of my argument for obvious reasons. Our country is populated by people from all walks of life and their standards of living are far better than our and as such that simply implies that there is something they are doing different compared to us, the education system I have touched based about on the previous paragraph is integrated with technical skills that enables the people of the country to be able to fend for themselves and also be spoilt to choice where choice is limited. 

Possessing technical skills maybe a thumbs down for social circles but a serious thumbs up for ones finances, I can go in detail about why my proposal is worth consideration and give you different good elements we can copy from our diverse African fellows brethren.

What more do you see that can improve us as a black nation not as south Africans but as African’s for now it is more of a wish than it is a reality but as an African you can hence the last 3 letters of the word African reinforce that you "CAN"

 #Afri-CAN

Being a Brother

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Being a brother is not an easy job, it is a very tiring role there is in the family regardless of whether you are the oldest or the youngest. I for one is a brother to five fellow siblings, and yes I am the fifth of the six surviving kids of his Majesty Sir Thulani E. Majara and Her Highness Smangele E. Majara's household.

As a brother you are born a baby boy

with unique Personality, Pure instincts to Protect , Provide and at Times be the Professor for your siblings.

All that is achieved after a process of aggressive self-assurance and it makes you a person given to making bold decisions for you and your families survival, every step in the journey of brotherhood and decisions made technically shapes you to be the man you are soon to be.

we are born boys life turns us into man Isn't ironic that Life is like an Initiation school proclaims such benefits? Anyways that's besides what I want to bring to your attention, moving right along.

The qualities is mentioned earlier on are those I feel are very important but they are nothing if you don't know when to improvise, there are many child headed families out here and some have a brother co-parenting their own siblings.

I for one was raised in a broken family, I guess its only fit for me to say I am talking from experience when I am defining a brother. I have a Brother Name Sbongile , she had to grow up on demand and the following qualities are compiled retrospectively of the acts she engaged in.

• Personality 

he is meek,assertive and warm hearted with a pinch of savage.(I guess its a standard procedure for a Majara )

• Protect 

yes being a brother entails that Pure instincts and necessary jealousy to protect yourself, family from any kid of harm and he grew up a specialist in that task. I was never bullied or in need from way back when he was I highschool.

• Provide

by provide I mean everything within his means to see the family through hurdles in life, most of the people who grew up under similar circumstances are serving sentences as a result of various offences across the entire spectrum of criminal activities but not him.

• Professor

He assumed the role of co-parent,assisted us academically ,mentored me. He seems o have always had a fountain of wisdom that he occasionally tapped into to give sound advice or help with academics stuff and still remain top of his class till this day.

So I must clear this one for all, being a brother isn't always biological, it can also be based of genuine brotherly love,care and respect.

Rest in peace to PRO a fellow brother I never met but touched me n inspired me through music.

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