Community – I love my home: It’s the best!

I grew up in a small village called MOshate GA-mamabolo in Limpopo. It’s not the kind of place you would notice on a map – it’s so small I wouldn’t be surprised if some maps didn’t even mention it.

But my home has one thing going for it that can’t be argued; it’s beautiful there. Perhaps the most beautiful place in the world.

Growing up my parents were unemployed and poverty was a reality for a lot of people. Unemployment was more the rule than the exception. We depended on the ocean for fish to eat and sell, the mountains and forest offered up animals to be hunted, and we grew crops on the fertile land.

I didn’t have all the toys that I wanted, I didn’t go on overseas holidays with my family, but I had an amazing childhood.

It was when I turned 18 that I went to live in a big city. And as much as I’ve adapted the truth is, there’s still no place like home. I value my visits – the space to go home for the holidays, r…


Favorite Subject plus Teacher is equals to…
Isn’t it really exciting to reach the period of the day where you favorite subject will be discussed? You just feel all bouncy and determined and happy because you’ll finally be listening to a lecture/teacher that you know you really love and interests you the most. It’s like you saved all your energy of the day for just this particular subject because you want to be attentive and active during possible group and individual activities. You want to sit on the very front row because you want to learn more about your favorite subject. You just feel that everything in this subject will be mazing, fun and perfect!!
But, as your favorite subject’s subject teacher walks inside your classroom and reaches the middle front, do you still have the same thoughts running in your mind or did your happy thoughts suddenly starts to fade away?
You start to form this equation —   Favorite Subject + Teacher = ???

AARON TRIDDER: voice of society

AARON TRIDDER: new generation motivator: I call myself the "Voice of society" because I think my way of thinking could change the world for the greater good.this society w...

life isn't a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.
life isn't a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

Are dreams meant to be real? Or are they just fake? And why do we dream? Do we dream of better situations we hoped they had occurred in our past life? Do we dream about anything too spectacular? Do we even just dream? Dreams are mixtures, composed by different chemicals. No one can modify that mixture and if someone actually does that, well, then dreams won't be the same for a while. I could tell you tales about passionate couples or bewitched witches who lived alone for 300 hundred years. As this is supposed to be not a regular story, but a made up story about dreams and how to catch them. There aren't any precise tools or instruments. There aren't people specialized in catching dreams.In fact,everyone can catch a dream while they sleep,as that every time you go to bed,you dream. There are this extremely awkward instruments called dream-catchers. You stick them to the wall and they "catch" dreams. Just something made up. Because even that you think you didn't dream of anything last night,you always dream. Sometimes you just don't remember what your dream was like. I used to have dreams about witches and princesses. Now I dream of things of my own age: problems I'm dealing with, trips, friendship or even my school crush... When we're younger, dreams are even dreamier than on my age. If after this story you feel bored, go to your bedroom and sleep a bit. Who knows what kind of dream you might have? (Lool) FROM ME: AARON ŦŔĪDDƐŔ™

life isn't a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.


Lately, I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on the things that I love about blogging. I’ve finally found a good rhythm and schedule which has made me 10x easier for me to truly enjoy the things I love about blogging and not focus on the things that drive me a little crazy. So today, I thought I’d share some of the biggest reasons I truly do love blogging. I’d love to hear why you do, too! 1. It’s an outlet for me to share my inner most thoughts and my most ridiculous, wouldn’t- share-with-anything-else thoughts. 2. It’s served as a personal account of my journey at times and has given me something to look back at when I want to see where I’ve been, what I’ve done, and how I’ve gotten here. 3. It’s helped me accept myself and value who I am as I’ve processed my struggles. 4. The people I’ve met have been absolutely incredible. There are friends who I would have never known, cultures I would have never understood, and places I would have never knew existed without all of the beauti…



life isn't a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.