By Matshepo Sekgopi
As you step into the great unknown, learning to live your best life, it is essential to know that not everyone will speak the same language as you. The world had gone digital
The new spread of the virus has permanently transformed life as we know it with new technologies globally. Now the transition means great convenience however, inclusion does not equate to best intentions. Therefore, establishing an identity outside of an online persona is key.
This this month we raise the awareness to cyber bullying. Many children, especially girls, fall victim to this and often get trapped in psychological issues over internet opinions. Cyber bullying is made up of the following: 1.Exclusion or feeling left out from current trends in pop culture 2. Harassment of intentional bullying in forms of threatening or hate speech 3. Stalking one outside of social platforms, seeking personal information with intent to cause harm 4. Cat fishing by using stolen identity to interact with other accounts.
Being active on social media is not wrong, but rather learning how to use social media positively and effectively through the lenses of your self-awareness and insecurities is what matters in taking a stand against cyber bullying. Learning to find a voice to protect one from outside influences, taking a stand in morals, values and beliefs, including distancing yourself against negativity is a tool that can assist many with avoiding drowning in sorrow in real life.
Be in tune with your inner little voice. The world is yours!
O my friend — but it is too much for my strength — I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.
I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and