Welcome to my blog. Musings, ponderings, commentaries, general moments of thought will be captured here. There are no rules, and this has nothing to do with any work related activity.
An outlaw is a fugitive, rebel or a criminal. I'm using it in the rebel, and on occasion, the fugitive sense. The only criminals here will be those that don't question, those that don't wonder, those that accept the status quo, lying in lazy contempt or lust of what others achieve, instead of doing it for themselves.
What have fugitives got to do with this? Well the topic of today is something that you will have observed if you have ever shared a meal with a South African. The constant question of where should I live? Where to go to escape the brutal reality of life in their beloved country. They all know that running away is inevitable so the mutual sharing and cogitating is a form of therapy that knows no end. But this is not just the curse of South African comteporary history. It is the curse to anyone who has left their homeland. Your roots are always strong and pulling you back when you let your mind wonder a little to home!
So, where should one live? A question that may not be answered in a lifetime. Perhaps just by your state of mind.
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