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It’s not often that I fell old or out of touch. But I think that I might be.

I have a cousin who is going on 17 years old. She is in touch with life, she is mature and knows about the world around her. She knows about the past (apartheid) and all that jazz – as she would say. But she doesn’t live it.

What she does is live, with everything, altogether, all the time. No questions, analysing, deep thought about the past and the implications of her relationships with that in mind.

While I sit here blogging and debating the life that I live here in SA, she is living it. She lives it to its full extent. Black friends, white friends, male, female, humans. Altogether everyone collectively makes up a part of her life. It’s not about race.

Browsing through her Facebook photos (I wasn’t stalking her I swear). I found myself thinking that I was out of touch. Why? Because she is surrounded by a multitude of people of every race, age, creed and background. It’s all the same to her and her mates. There is no bias one way or the other. They are all just living.

Then I thought about my life here and realised that I am somewhat trapped in the predisposition of my recent past and the extended past of my relatives and readings in Politics class. I am not race conscious nor am a racist but I don’t think I am a race-free thinker. I am still bound by the ideologies that I have been taught about. Whether I am actively denouncing the past or actively getting rid of it in my mind. I am still apart of it.

My point? I think I am still debating things while there are those that are living. Simple.

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