Category Archives: Contemplation

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From Vision to Reality: The Art of Quiet Progress

Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?


You know, it’s funny how we look back on a year and realize that—spoiler alert—life didn’t throw us any massive plot twists. For me, the past year has been one of calm waters. No wild drama, no soap-opera-worthy surprises. Work? Steady. Relationships? Solid. Home? Cozy. Honestly, I wanted a year like this—one marked by growth, learning, and a sense of moving forward. And guess what? My vision board and I seem to have been on the same page.

Reflecting daily on my vision board.



Ah, the vision board—my trusty tool for charting out a version of the future me that I can get excited about. It’s not magic (no fairy dust or crystal balls involved), but it is a great way to get intentional about life. Of course, slapping some pretty pictures onto a board and then forgetting about it won’t do much. The real power lies in revisiting that vision—often. Quiet moments of reflection, the kind where you ask yourself, “Am I edging closer to this?”, have a way of sharpening your focus and making you more aware of opportunities as they appear.

Here’s the trick: it’s not about striving like a maniac for perfection or chasing after wealth and status. For me, the goal is simple—to become the person I want to be. That means starting each day with intention, asking myself what I can do to move the needle, and wrapping up each evening with a moment of reflection. Did I show up today in a way that aligns with my vision? Did I learn something? Did I edge a little closer to that me I’m aiming for?

It’s a daily practice—small, steady habits that stack up over time. Progress doesn’t always look exciting, but it feels good. And in a year where life was more quiet than chaotic, that progress feels like a win.

So here’s to vision boards, quiet mornings, reflective evenings, and becoming our best selves—one day, one habit, one intention at a time.

© Jurgens Pieterse. All rights reserved. 2024

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Moonlit Thresholds: A Path to Opportunity

How do I invite new opportunities into my life? By aligning myself with the cycles of the moon.

With the new moon, I set my intentions—quietly and purposefully. As the moon waxes, I work on those intentions, nurturing them and allowing them to grow. By the full moon, I pause to reflect, to express gratitude for what has manifested, and to acknowledge the progress I’ve made. Then, as the moon wanes, I release and trust. I remain open to the cosmic blessings that flow into my life, aware of how the natural rhythm mirrors my own process of creation and acceptance.

Grabbing the window of opportunity

Tonight, for instance, I sit here in the stillness, watching the moon in its darkness. It is in these quiet, undisturbed moments that I find clarity. Silence becomes a mirror, reflecting my thoughts, my dreams, and the hidden opportunities I might otherwise overlook.

I’ve come to realize that opportunities are not just found—they are recognized. They reveal themselves when I live intentionally: when I cultivate meaningful habits, nurture relationships, and remain aware of the world around me. Opportunities arise when I dedicate time to developing my skills and align my life with what I hope to achieve.

To attract opportunities, I must also prepare for them. It’s not enough to see a window open—I must be ready to step through it. These moments, if I act upon them, become catalysts for growth and transformation. They have the power to shape not just my circumstances, but also the life I aspire to create.

So, I reflect. I prepare. And when the timing is right, I receive.

© Jurgens Pieterse. All rights reserved. 2024

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Whispers of the Infinite: A Night Beneath the Waning Moon

It is 3:50 in the morning. I took my dog, Lulu, out for a walk, and as I stepped into the stillness of the night, I was drawn into a space where time itself seems to dissolve. These moments—whether I wake by choice or am nudged awake—feel like gifts from some deeper mystery. In this hour of quiet, when the world sleeps, I am alone, yet far from lonely.

Smallness in awe of Hreatness

The moon hangs in the sky, not quite full, but waning. It is a subtle shift, like the universe exhaling, retreating into itself. There is no wind. The air is cool and clean, carrying a clarity that touches something ancient within me. It is in these rare hours, under the vastness of the night sky, that I relax into myself completely. I let go of the masks I wear in daylight—those masks I craft so carefully to please others, to become what they expect. Here, in this perfect stillness, I am just me. Unfiltered. Unadorned. And there is freedom in that.

This time—this sacred space—feels like a calling. It is as though the universe whispers to me, “Be here now, my son.” In the dark, under the gentle glow of the moon, everything is visible and yet shrouded. It is a paradox, a beautiful mystery where I can simply be and see the beauty of existence as it is. No striving. No performing. Just presence.

As I stand here, I am filled with gratitude, a deep and wordless knowing that comes with age. There is no bitterness in growing older, no regret in the passage of time. Life, I have come to realize, is a gift beyond measure—every moment, even the smallest, is worth cherishing. I do not fear the end, for I see that every day still holds wonder. Every breath still holds meaning. And in this night, under this waning moon, there is beauty beyond words. A beauty that cannot be possessed, only witnessed with awe.

I feel a connection that stretches beyond myself, beyond my small life, into the endless fabric of creation. I am a cosmic child, woven into the infinite. The universe is vast—perhaps there are countless universes—but this vastness does not diminish me. On the contrary, it affirms my place within it. I am part of all things, and all things are part of me. This connection does not fade when I am gone. The stars will still shine. The moon will still wax and wane. Creation will go on, eternal and persistent.

And yet, there is something more. I can feel it: an intelligence that stirs at the heart of it all. This universe, in all its unfathomable beauty, is alive. It is always forming, always creating, always becoming. It moves with rules and rhythms, yet it is not mechanical. It thinks. It dreams. It breathes. And to stand here—to witness this intelligence at work—is to touch the edge of something eternal.

This night, at this moment, I am both small and infinite. I am a fleeting presence, and yet I am part of the eternal story. The universe creates, and I, too, create. It moves, and I move with it. And in this silence, I am filled with wonder, knowing that even when I am gone, the beauty of it all will remain.


© Jurgens Pieterse. All rights reserved. 2024

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My Musical Inferiority Complex

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?


Musical wizards bewitch! When their fingers begin to dance across the strings, keys, or drums, and my senses begin to attune to a celestial symphony of sound, I am filled with a profound admiration for these wizards of sound. To play a musical instrument with even a modicum of skill is to conjure magic from thin air, to bend the invisible forces of harmony and rhythm to one’s will.


Alas, I am a mere mortal, cursed with clumsy fingers and a tin ear. The trumpet spurned me, the guitar mocked me, and the harmonica nearly landed me in jail for disturbing the peace. Yet, I persist, forever drawn to the siren song of music.


To those rare souls who can coax forth melodies that soothe the savage beast within us, I offer my heartfelt homage. You have unlocked a dimension of beauty and emotion that remains forever beyond my grasp. Your talent humbles me, and I am grateful to be a mere listener in your auditory universe.


So, dear reader, if you possess the divine gift of musical expression, please share your instrument of choice. Let us celebrate the magic you create.

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~Time, the Great Architect’s Veil ~

How do you waste the most time every day?


Time, the universe’s persistent nudge forward, acts as the great architect’s means of obscuring our vision. It’s an eternal, unlimited resource, yet our earthly consciousness confines us to a single moment. We’ve built our own prison by refusing to see the everlasting present.


We waste time fretting about a nonexistent future and a phantom-like past. We meticulously plan for the unpredictable and endlessly reminisce about the unchangeable. Trapped in this relentless straitjacket, our perception slowly suffocates our spirit.
But what if we could reshape our perspective? Imagine the future as a canvas of endless, comforting possibilities. Wouldn’t this magical viewpoint shatter the time prison’s walls?


Don’t waste time embrace the Eternal Now!


Fully present, free from distractions, we can be our authentic selves. No more, no less. In the present moment, we can fluidly shape our past and future experiences, like a magic cloak seamlessly flowing around our essence.


From this place of pure being, our true, eternal selves emerge, masters of our own destinies. In the quiet of the moment, let’s not waste time nurturing the blindness of our imprisoned egos. Instead, let’s celebrate the true, eternal self that speaks into this very moment.


© Jurgens Pieterse. All rights reserved. 2024