127hours

i'm a pessimist.

i do not just see a glass of water as half empty;

i go as far as to doubt that whats in the glass is actually water.

life has brought me many surprises, but, after watching 127hours, i'm convinced, from the depths of my heart, that God has mercifully intervened in some unpleasant ones and averted many others. thats grace for me. that i'm given what i do not deserve. and sometimes, that i'm spared of events that i maybe do deserve. 

the pessimist in me tells me i would never survive an ordeal such as that portrayed in the movie. (no way i'm ever gonna cut off my hand - even in a life/death situation) but, life's not like the movies anyway right? i wonder, really, how i'd react in a crisis. the huey (or ying, as i'm known by my SA friends) in normal life is a bumbling joyful mess of a God-trusting economist-to-be, but i really really wonder what that me would look like in a crisis. morbid thoughts that make good dream fodder as i drift off into lala-land now. 

when i think back to all the nonsense (fun, exciting & at-that-point-of-time-it-was-a-gd-idea kind of nonsense) that i got up to in SouthAfrica, i'm rather surprised i'm actually back in 1 piece with no major crises to scar me.  God is good. and, ... actually, i had a lot more that i wanted to say; a lot more insights which have just surfaced in my fuzzy wuzzy brain; and a few more comments which i feel are important. but its a little late. very, in fact. and tomorrow is another long day....

so i shall leave my thoughts here,

hanging with this photo of my 2 friends - enjoying life in its entirety of youth, vigour and contrasts.