So Yom Kippur has come and gone. I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t the easiest of days. The fast itself wasn’t too bad, although can a 25-hour fast ever be ‘good’ by any standards? The process of reflection and of taking stock of what is going on in my life has been difficult, and the experience of opening oneself up emotionally to the meaning of the day can be draining and hard in general. This being said, this was one of the most meaningful Yom Kippur’s I have experienced to date.
In March of 2016 (my second year of university), I managed to secure a job working as a waitress at a pub near my university. The institution, named The Rat and Parrot, is a popular watering hole among students and local youth, and is one of the most established eateries in town.
This past week I celebrated my birthday. It was a lovely day and I was both surprised and overjoyed with all the attention, presents and food (chocolate! cake!) that I received. For me, however, my birthday represents so much more than presents and food: it is a day for me to remember who I am and where I belong.
‘Life is short’. So the age-old saying goes, and we are all are forced to acknowledge this truth at some point in their lives. Death is one of the few certainties in this world, and many people find themselves facing regrets over forgone or missed opportunities as they go through their life with the certainty of death hanging over them. For Dr Denzil Levy of Port Elizabeth, who turns 100 years old this week, however, his life has thankfully been a long and successful one filled with very few regrets.