Hard work, hardly working or work that is hard …. amazing how a few extra letters can change the context of words.

Green and Gold…. Who would believe that once upon a time, I perceived such a feat wasn’t good enough.

I’ve spent so many years running on a Å£readmill that went nowhere … working hard with work that I made hard, which inevitably was hardly working. Confused? I was once too 😅

A bridge covers the great divide and where once I only saw it’s capacity to reach the other side.

Many times I have looked out the window of tall buildings down at people on the streets and across at apartments and buildings with hardly a mind, because I knew I would be able to leave them at some point. Now when I look, it is with the eyes of a person who recognises the true value of freedom.

Now I see a bridge as a strong helping hand. Now I see that I am a bridge. I am a strong helping hand!

CoVID19 provided an opportunity for the world to stop fighting amongst ourselves and value each other.

“We’re all in this together” is the CoVID19 marketing campaign to bolster morale. We need to maintain that forever, not just during this pandemic!

Unprecedented cooperation and goodwill has caused humanity to unite as one … let’s make that our primary focus and take the opportunity to deconstruct weapons, persecution, racism, prejudice and fear …. let’s invest in humanity!

I’ve been advised that i need to be selfish with my time and focus on myself and those people are right, except that ….

Being extraordinary means doing extra ordinary things.

R U OK exists because an ordinary 16 year old man Jamie, asked an ordinary man about to jump off a bridge, an ordinary question … “Are you OK?” An extraordinary campaign was launched that saves people’s lives. Ironically, the people who advised me to be selfish are people I’ve helped. I guarantee if I hadn’t helped them, they would not be OK!

Why do I help? Because I will never be that person who questions what they could’ve done and said differently to a person who successfully commits suicide. Thus, I will continue to be accused of “being extra” ordinary.

Typical Kaukau, always learning the hard way to appreciate who I am and what I can do … better late than never ðŸ˜’🤪😝🤗

“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone … they paved paradise and put up a parking lot” Joni Mitchell

What do you see?

“And I think to myself,  what a wonderful world … oh yeah” Louis Armstrong.

I see a mother who loves her children 🥰

My capacity to visualise and focus on what I want, coupled with a willingness to work hard is how I’ve achieve everything I’ve ever done ….

The difference between success and failure is 2 characters ‘ and t …. “I can or I can’t”! 4 or 6 characters, you decide!!

Both good and bad! Recognising how I once allowed the bad to happen enables me to see the toxic mental constructs that caused my demise. It’s why I can see the insanity in what people do. On the flip side, I use this knowledge to know that if I can practise my way to failure, I can practise my way to success. How? I tell myself that I am practising to be successful, I am practising to be awesome, I am practising to be ME! Practise your way to be YOU!

Currently I’m in “Isolation” but I’m not isolated …

Activity is what keeps organic matter ticking …. so keep going, no excuses 🦹‍♂️

People can find a million reasons to separate themselves from other people …. bridge the gap because we need to stay connected, even in isolation 🤔

COVID19 has enabled me to connect to people on an unprecedented scale … some people lost everything and some people gained something. 

All strangers are friends we haven’t connected too yet.

I gained new friends and the capacity to communicate with people of all ages,  nationalities, creeds and religions …. 7.8 billion stories to tell, minus 2.

Mali, my boys brother from another mother …. “Just nod and smile” is what I taught Mali if he didn’t agree or understand something.

Sometimes I question why I do as I do. Invariably I’m reminded and then I know, to just keep going!

Today that’s how he identified who he was when I asked if I was talking to the young immature Mali that I used to know. I was moved to tears because I knew that of all the things that I have done wrong, at least I’d done one thing right. 

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