How can something so visually beautifully be so terribly destructive?
South Africa has just gone into its first day of self isolation... I've chosen to hunker down with a friend. It was a hard decision. To be in my safe environment with all my comforting familiar things around me - or be with someone? I've always advocated (strongly) or should I rather say pontificated, self-righteous even, that people are more important than things. That love is the most important 'thing' in the world. And here I was deliberating between safety and comfort and the fear of the unknown. The unfamiliar. I'd like to say it was an easy decision. That there was only one choice, but it was hard. And the lesson I learnt was that self-righteousness is hard to see in oneself... I thought I was perfectly loving, kind, open-minded, blah blah blah - but when push came to shove, I had to dig deep...