it was on the cards to write, and the title is apt to my writing, because....
for the past almost 4 years I had a goal. A goal to teach and to travel and I've worked towards that, even though it's been mega difficult....I've still kept going, I still am going because I've got a point to prove, and that's that I'm not entirely useless, lazy or stupid. Ok, I'm quite a lot of those things, but not completely. I do have some drive in me, although minimal!!
I no longer want to teach....if I were to teach I'd become a dictator, I'd restrict the freedom of thought/action of many individuals....I'd even expect them to act, think and talk in a language that isn't their own...how wrong is that?!
I wait for the day that all children are taught is how to read, write and do basic maths. There is a whole world on the internet and it's possible to learn anything....I'd happily be just a facilitator to those people, just give them a nudge of encouragement every now and then, or explain the odd word or two, but I don't want to dictate.....
As many people like to point out to me, teaching is a job that will always be there, which is true when you come to think of how many jobs are disappearing....but I don't want to do it...I will find a job doing something else....I no longer care if I'm pushing paper....all I want is to be out of the house for a few hours each day...giving something back to my parents....and saving up to do a postgraduate course in a years time at my current university....I'm going into cultural events management....and that is what I will do :)
5 March 2009
2 March 2009
When times stops
I'm no poet, but feel slightly poetic and had a little inspiration since my watch stopped...this will be a work in progress, and I want it to be quite good, so keep following and maybe one day I'll have a masterpiece :)
If it's always five to nine,
Am I late or forever on time?
Do I sleep or wake in these dreams of mine,
Or is every moment I live a false crime?
If I think of you every moment
Is it forever or just an instant?
Do you sleep or wake in those dreams of yours,
Or do you wonder throughout open doors?
More to follow sometime soon :) x
If it's always five to nine,
Am I late or forever on time?
Do I sleep or wake in these dreams of mine,
Or is every moment I live a false crime?
If I think of you every moment
Is it forever or just an instant?
Do you sleep or wake in those dreams of yours,
Or do you wonder throughout open doors?
More to follow sometime soon :) x
27 February 2009
Love the skin that you're in
I think there is too much emphasis on diets these days. Everyone is constantly trying to loose weight, and it's one of the biggest money making businesses there is....why can't people look in the mirror and be happy with what they have?!
I'd like to introduce you to my bum...it's rather large, and I'm not saying that so that people can go "no it isn't", I know that it is. I don't mind, I love my bum, and all it's dimpley bits. I think it's great. People used to take the p because it's so big, but hey...people pay to have big bums these days....so ain't I just the lucky one. Not only is it big, but it's got character with all it's dimples!!
I'd like to introduce you to my bum...it's rather large, and I'm not saying that so that people can go "no it isn't", I know that it is. I don't mind, I love my bum, and all it's dimpley bits. I think it's great. People used to take the p because it's so big, but hey...people pay to have big bums these days....so ain't I just the lucky one. Not only is it big, but it's got character with all it's dimples!!
Saying goodbye - He's gone
Something that's been hanging over me for the last couple of weeks is my great grandad's funeral. I was rather emotional last weekend, and obviously such a great loss would bring a person to tears, and hurt in the most awful of ways.
I'd like to say that my Great Grandad "Father" was an amazing character. He was always so happy, full of life, and loved telling stories of years gone by. He spent some time in the army in World War two, and like any typical old man had many war stories to tell. He worked on the buses in London for many many years, and again, told many stories of all the people he saw and met and chatted to. He should have retired to Italy I'm sure of it. Always walking around doing his very best Itallian....he was the life and soul of any family party or get together, and today was no exception, everyone had so many memories to share....I only wish he was still here with us....I say that, but he lives one through us, and therefore he wont be forgotten...at least not for a while :)
The vicar at the ceremony read this poem, which spoke to me instantly, and while writing this I feel very tearful...I know I feel tearful for the right reasons....
I think the poem is very apt. And I shall remember it forever. I'm not sure who wrote it, but it makes you realise that it's not the end.
There are things I wish he could have been around for. He was so proud of me for going to university, and he wanted nothing more than to see me graduate. So that I will, and it'll be thoughts of him that will keep me going. I also know that if Nanny Peg was still with us she'd be the same. They'd have loved to have seen me bring a child into the world too....I felt guilty for a while today because on reading the names of the close relatives the Vicar stopped at my brother...I felt in some way that the list should have continued along to "and great great grand-father to ...........". I've never felt guilty before for not wanting children, but thinking about it, my blood runs along to some child somewhere....or will do. I just don't want to be responsible for another person, particularly with my views of the world!!
Onwards and upwards I suppose. Lost, but not gone, and never forgotten. Always fondly remembered....and it's no longer about thinking of the things I didn't do and didn't know....it's about the things we did do and share and all the memories that are embedded deep within our hearts :) x
I'd like to say that my Great Grandad "Father" was an amazing character. He was always so happy, full of life, and loved telling stories of years gone by. He spent some time in the army in World War two, and like any typical old man had many war stories to tell. He worked on the buses in London for many many years, and again, told many stories of all the people he saw and met and chatted to. He should have retired to Italy I'm sure of it. Always walking around doing his very best Itallian....he was the life and soul of any family party or get together, and today was no exception, everyone had so many memories to share....I only wish he was still here with us....I say that, but he lives one through us, and therefore he wont be forgotten...at least not for a while :)
The vicar at the ceremony read this poem, which spoke to me instantly, and while writing this I feel very tearful...I know I feel tearful for the right reasons....
HE'S GONE
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone,
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind; be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
I think the poem is very apt. And I shall remember it forever. I'm not sure who wrote it, but it makes you realise that it's not the end.
There are things I wish he could have been around for. He was so proud of me for going to university, and he wanted nothing more than to see me graduate. So that I will, and it'll be thoughts of him that will keep me going. I also know that if Nanny Peg was still with us she'd be the same. They'd have loved to have seen me bring a child into the world too....I felt guilty for a while today because on reading the names of the close relatives the Vicar stopped at my brother...I felt in some way that the list should have continued along to "and great great grand-father to ...........". I've never felt guilty before for not wanting children, but thinking about it, my blood runs along to some child somewhere....or will do. I just don't want to be responsible for another person, particularly with my views of the world!!
Onwards and upwards I suppose. Lost, but not gone, and never forgotten. Always fondly remembered....and it's no longer about thinking of the things I didn't do and didn't know....it's about the things we did do and share and all the memories that are embedded deep within our hearts :) x
Dictator of the "free" world...
So you think you're free?!
Hah!! Think again!!
That's what we're told. Told we are free. How many times have you heard someone say "it's a free country, I'll do what I like"? I'll bet you'd be a millionaire by now if you received some pennies each time you heard it....but alas, it's a dream, a falacy of something that's meant to be, but never ever has been.
Since the dawn of man there has been a hierarchy, and everyones been pitted against eachother for one reason, and one reason alone....to survive. Rituals have been held, and things presented to gods that ruled over the little people. They did things to please the gods, if the gods were happy, then they'd be safe.
Now, it's just the same, but we don't do it in such a bloody sacrificial way. Governments and laws govern the way we run our lives. They tell us what we can do, what we can't do. What me must learn, what we should learn, and what we should never be told. If you do as you are told, then you can live a perfectly happy life....but is it happy?! You can only be truly happy if you are truly free to do as you so please...I don't believe in a society such as those that exist around the world this can ever be. There is far to much repression. There is no freedom of action, no freedom of speech.
But you may think that your mind is free....your mind is far from free. In fact it's further away from free than anything else. Your thoughts are generated from a media outlet, such as TV, radio, newspaper, books....any of the rest of it....what you hear from these outlets determines what you will think about something....and yes, your opinion might be different from the next persons, and fro the next, but you are still fed information, that is often very false, or very stretched and far from the truth.
Nothing is free....there are too many dictators and dictated....and I think, or something has lead me to believe that I think, that it cannot now be undone!
Hah!! Think again!!
That's what we're told. Told we are free. How many times have you heard someone say "it's a free country, I'll do what I like"? I'll bet you'd be a millionaire by now if you received some pennies each time you heard it....but alas, it's a dream, a falacy of something that's meant to be, but never ever has been.
Since the dawn of man there has been a hierarchy, and everyones been pitted against eachother for one reason, and one reason alone....to survive. Rituals have been held, and things presented to gods that ruled over the little people. They did things to please the gods, if the gods were happy, then they'd be safe.
Now, it's just the same, but we don't do it in such a bloody sacrificial way. Governments and laws govern the way we run our lives. They tell us what we can do, what we can't do. What me must learn, what we should learn, and what we should never be told. If you do as you are told, then you can live a perfectly happy life....but is it happy?! You can only be truly happy if you are truly free to do as you so please...I don't believe in a society such as those that exist around the world this can ever be. There is far to much repression. There is no freedom of action, no freedom of speech.
But you may think that your mind is free....your mind is far from free. In fact it's further away from free than anything else. Your thoughts are generated from a media outlet, such as TV, radio, newspaper, books....any of the rest of it....what you hear from these outlets determines what you will think about something....and yes, your opinion might be different from the next persons, and fro the next, but you are still fed information, that is often very false, or very stretched and far from the truth.
Nothing is free....there are too many dictators and dictated....and I think, or something has lead me to believe that I think, that it cannot now be undone!
22 February 2009
Hopes, Fears and Emotion
I apologies for not having posted anything of late. I prefer to keep this blog philosophical, and don't like using it to tell the world how I am feeling...but on "speaking" to a friend today I remembered that for a time it was the most amazing sense of release I had, as I'm generally quite crap with expressing myself, but then this is only because I have fallen victim to a technological world. Nobody needs to talk any more, because everything can be done in the virtual, technological abyss of life. There is no embarrassment, and no worry about how the other will react, because frankly you don't have to face them, and that is the beauty of it, but also the downfall! The thing being is that expressing one's self via email lacks almost everything except words. The emotions may be there in the writer, but these can often be mistook by the reader. This can cause great problems for all involved really. Face to face communication is slowly becoming something of the past. Social Networking sites take all the effort out of "keeping in touch" therefore a friendship has far less value than it did many moons ago when people would walk for miles to see someone they cared about. Now a quick hello here and there constitutes a friendship....is it just me, or is this very wrong?! I currently have four-hundred and something "friends". Many I have never said a word to, but yet as I am in this trap they have been added. Nobody really cares about anyone any more though...I don't mean that in a nasty way, but technology has cut off out ability to empathise and have compassion.
Believe me, I've read the definitions of both, and I've thought through and through, and I cannot really think what either of the are. Can you? Thing is, it's very easy to say to someone "I know how you're feeling" but how is that empathy or compassion? You should be sat with someone, crying alongside them, or laughing alongside them to feel what they feel and show emotion.
I myself am one messed up cookie at the moment. I feel in a way like my whole life is falling apart right in front of me, and I have no control over anything. I've lost someone who was very dear to me, and while I am so overcome with anger just thinking of them, I still care about very much, and would always be there for them if they needed it, but they are gone. And this time I have no hope that they will be back in the near future. But I have lived and breathed them for the last 2 years, it's been an emotional journey, I don't think I've enjoyed it, and know I've been hurting for the majority of this time. I chose to ignore the hurt because that person is far more important to me than the pain that I feel in my heart.
Following that I lost my great granddad. And while that has come of no surprise, he was ninety-four and had bowel and bladder cancer, I cannot forget his face on the day that he died. It flashed before my eyes every time I think of him. He looked like a kid, and he looked terrified. He was so weak, he looked like he was trying to tell us something, and there were tears in his eyes, but he couldn't speak. I remember wanting to say the words "I love you" but I couldn't say it, I just hope he knew it. Maybe that's what he was trying to tell us. But whatever the case I cannot forget his face. I remember looking into his eyes, they were just black as his pupils were so big, and I remember thinking to myself, "I've known you all my life, but I don't even know what colour your eyes are". And it's things like that that make me scream on the inside.
I just feel as if nobody really knows anyone these days. And it is the small things. Things like what makes them get up in the morning, and I don't mean the alarm clock or work. What gives people the want to go through the day, and even life. On the most part it seems to me it's pointless. In a few days my Great Granddad will be nothing but a pile of dust, he lived a long and happy life, but once all my immediate family has passed away, nobody will ever know he even existed. And this is the same of my Nanny Peg who passed away in 2001. The only thing I had to remember her by was a Christmas Card that I received the Christmas after she died, and I lost it! I lost that card, I've gone through boxes and boxes of my things, and it's not in any of them. Curse the day I took it off the wall just because I wanted it a different colour. If I didn't want a new lick of paint I'd still have it. And it was a wordy card, she'd obviously gone to the card shops and picked it out. She knew she was going to die when she had that operation. She had asked me to go round a day or two before, but because I was too damn lazy to walk to the next street I never saw her...She died on November 16th 2001, and the funeral was a week later. I didn't cry at the funeral...I laughed. I couldn't cry, because I can't bare the thought of my family knowing that even I have emotions.
I'm straying away from the point. Did I even have a point? I usually don't.
All I know is that with each day that passes I fall apart a bit more. Each day I feel as thought I have less control, and yet sometimes I think to myself I've been given everything I've ever wanted. I've had a great upbringing, and really a great life, so what right do I have to be like this? But at the same time I think....maybe this life wasn't for me. And unfortunately I'm not in the position to change it to what I want. I don't even know who I am, I don't like what I have become, and I don't have a clue what I want out of life. Or even if I want one. I'm not saying I'm suicidal or anything, so please don't think I am and start worrying about me. I'd never do that because I do think of other people's feelings, and it would destroy my mum first and foremost, the friends I have and
I have a lot of hopes, I hope, but I don't know what for. But at the moment, that is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. I have blue eyes. I love my dog, and the few good friends I have, and my family, most of all my brother, who is the only family member that knows I'm an emotional wreck!
If you have a friend that you care about then find out what gives them the drive to keep going. Make sure you know stupid little things like what colour eyes they have, and their favourite colour, because these are the things that make a good friend great.
As for me, I don't like feeling like this. I have no idea where it came from. I think and I think I was always so full of life. So happy, didn't let anything knock me back, but one day, I don't even remember when it was because everything seems so long ago, I just lost my drive. I lost myself, and I'd love to know how it felt to be me when I was younger...how did I manage to get up every Friday night and dance on my own like a loon before I even entered the world of alcohol?! Why has everyone I've been close to moved away or just left my life?!
Am I being self centred and self absorbed?! Probably, yes. But I am trying so hard not be, I'm trying to look outside myself, and find life in others, because at the moment it's others who are pulling me through....watching people make their lives, and do what they want to do, for THEM. And for what some people have been through to come out the other side is such an achievement for them....it truly is a case of Be the change you want to see in the world.
I want there to be world peace, and and end to poverty. I want everyone one and everything to be equal for everyone, but I can't see how I can do that. I suppose if I get a grip on my emotions it would help. There is no such thing as peace in my head, and I suppose as there is no peace and equality in there there must be poverty in there and this must reflect outside of myself. Not very attractive really.
Ok, my hope, the thing that gets me up in the morning at the moment, is that a) one day I'll be better, and wont feel like an alien to myself, and b) that one day I'll have someone to love and cherish. Not only will I love them, but they'll love me for who I am once I am better. Not now though.
Trouble is, what if this now really is me....?! I'm going to stop now before I blub again.....because I need to be up at 5.40 and I've been writing for almost an hour and a half since I started this essay!
Believe me, I've read the definitions of both, and I've thought through and through, and I cannot really think what either of the are. Can you? Thing is, it's very easy to say to someone "I know how you're feeling" but how is that empathy or compassion? You should be sat with someone, crying alongside them, or laughing alongside them to feel what they feel and show emotion.
I myself am one messed up cookie at the moment. I feel in a way like my whole life is falling apart right in front of me, and I have no control over anything. I've lost someone who was very dear to me, and while I am so overcome with anger just thinking of them, I still care about very much, and would always be there for them if they needed it, but they are gone. And this time I have no hope that they will be back in the near future. But I have lived and breathed them for the last 2 years, it's been an emotional journey, I don't think I've enjoyed it, and know I've been hurting for the majority of this time. I chose to ignore the hurt because that person is far more important to me than the pain that I feel in my heart.
Following that I lost my great granddad. And while that has come of no surprise, he was ninety-four and had bowel and bladder cancer, I cannot forget his face on the day that he died. It flashed before my eyes every time I think of him. He looked like a kid, and he looked terrified. He was so weak, he looked like he was trying to tell us something, and there were tears in his eyes, but he couldn't speak. I remember wanting to say the words "I love you" but I couldn't say it, I just hope he knew it. Maybe that's what he was trying to tell us. But whatever the case I cannot forget his face. I remember looking into his eyes, they were just black as his pupils were so big, and I remember thinking to myself, "I've known you all my life, but I don't even know what colour your eyes are". And it's things like that that make me scream on the inside.
I just feel as if nobody really knows anyone these days. And it is the small things. Things like what makes them get up in the morning, and I don't mean the alarm clock or work. What gives people the want to go through the day, and even life. On the most part it seems to me it's pointless. In a few days my Great Granddad will be nothing but a pile of dust, he lived a long and happy life, but once all my immediate family has passed away, nobody will ever know he even existed. And this is the same of my Nanny Peg who passed away in 2001. The only thing I had to remember her by was a Christmas Card that I received the Christmas after she died, and I lost it! I lost that card, I've gone through boxes and boxes of my things, and it's not in any of them. Curse the day I took it off the wall just because I wanted it a different colour. If I didn't want a new lick of paint I'd still have it. And it was a wordy card, she'd obviously gone to the card shops and picked it out. She knew she was going to die when she had that operation. She had asked me to go round a day or two before, but because I was too damn lazy to walk to the next street I never saw her...She died on November 16th 2001, and the funeral was a week later. I didn't cry at the funeral...I laughed. I couldn't cry, because I can't bare the thought of my family knowing that even I have emotions.
I'm straying away from the point. Did I even have a point? I usually don't.
All I know is that with each day that passes I fall apart a bit more. Each day I feel as thought I have less control, and yet sometimes I think to myself I've been given everything I've ever wanted. I've had a great upbringing, and really a great life, so what right do I have to be like this? But at the same time I think....maybe this life wasn't for me. And unfortunately I'm not in the position to change it to what I want. I don't even know who I am, I don't like what I have become, and I don't have a clue what I want out of life. Or even if I want one. I'm not saying I'm suicidal or anything, so please don't think I am and start worrying about me. I'd never do that because I do think of other people's feelings, and it would destroy my mum first and foremost, the friends I have and
I have a lot of hopes, I hope, but I don't know what for. But at the moment, that is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. I have blue eyes. I love my dog, and the few good friends I have, and my family, most of all my brother, who is the only family member that knows I'm an emotional wreck!
If you have a friend that you care about then find out what gives them the drive to keep going. Make sure you know stupid little things like what colour eyes they have, and their favourite colour, because these are the things that make a good friend great.
As for me, I don't like feeling like this. I have no idea where it came from. I think and I think I was always so full of life. So happy, didn't let anything knock me back, but one day, I don't even remember when it was because everything seems so long ago, I just lost my drive. I lost myself, and I'd love to know how it felt to be me when I was younger...how did I manage to get up every Friday night and dance on my own like a loon before I even entered the world of alcohol?! Why has everyone I've been close to moved away or just left my life?!
Am I being self centred and self absorbed?! Probably, yes. But I am trying so hard not be, I'm trying to look outside myself, and find life in others, because at the moment it's others who are pulling me through....watching people make their lives, and do what they want to do, for THEM. And for what some people have been through to come out the other side is such an achievement for them....it truly is a case of Be the change you want to see in the world.
I want there to be world peace, and and end to poverty. I want everyone one and everything to be equal for everyone, but I can't see how I can do that. I suppose if I get a grip on my emotions it would help. There is no such thing as peace in my head, and I suppose as there is no peace and equality in there there must be poverty in there and this must reflect outside of myself. Not very attractive really.
Ok, my hope, the thing that gets me up in the morning at the moment, is that a) one day I'll be better, and wont feel like an alien to myself, and b) that one day I'll have someone to love and cherish. Not only will I love them, but they'll love me for who I am once I am better. Not now though.
Trouble is, what if this now really is me....?! I'm going to stop now before I blub again.....because I need to be up at 5.40 and I've been writing for almost an hour and a half since I started this essay!
1 January 2009
"New year, new start"
This seems to be a uniquely human thing, that somehow 1st January means that everything that ever happened before no longer matters, and people start looking towards what a wonderful year they could have.
Now then, the problem with this seems to be that people thunk they can simply forget about the past and move on. It's very rare that people sit down and reflect on what happened, how and why it happened, and how they dealt with it...and if they actually did deal with it. You cannot simply forget, your mind does not simply forget, and it will catch up with you eventually. For some dealing with things means getting completely drunk, but alas this is aim of forgetting, and is not dealing with something. It is important to tackle and ride out any problems that arise, no matter how difficult it may be, for there will be a light at the end of the tunnel, and you will be released from it's grip.
SO it's the new year, it will be the same as the last. It will have it's ups, and it's downs. But as we're human we'll probably only ever look at the bad bits. Try writing a list of just the good things that happened last year...or across your whole entire life, and keep them close to your heart as a kind of pick-you-up. Something that will bring you light in the dark times. But please don't go thinking that everything is going to be brilliant.
I work with a suspicion that the way you begin your New Year gives you an indication as to what it will bring. Well at midnight I was home alone crying. And I'd probably not felt that alone...EVER!! The only company I did have was two dogs. One was a vibrating pillow, scared of the fireworks that suddenly blasted into action. The other was sat on a windowsill upstairs happily watching them...If this is how my year will pan out...so be it. It's also an odd year, not only is it an odd year, but the last number is a multiple of three...I have suspicions about threes and about odd years.
Anyway happy new year!!
Now then, the problem with this seems to be that people thunk they can simply forget about the past and move on. It's very rare that people sit down and reflect on what happened, how and why it happened, and how they dealt with it...and if they actually did deal with it. You cannot simply forget, your mind does not simply forget, and it will catch up with you eventually. For some dealing with things means getting completely drunk, but alas this is aim of forgetting, and is not dealing with something. It is important to tackle and ride out any problems that arise, no matter how difficult it may be, for there will be a light at the end of the tunnel, and you will be released from it's grip.
SO it's the new year, it will be the same as the last. It will have it's ups, and it's downs. But as we're human we'll probably only ever look at the bad bits. Try writing a list of just the good things that happened last year...or across your whole entire life, and keep them close to your heart as a kind of pick-you-up. Something that will bring you light in the dark times. But please don't go thinking that everything is going to be brilliant.
I work with a suspicion that the way you begin your New Year gives you an indication as to what it will bring. Well at midnight I was home alone crying. And I'd probably not felt that alone...EVER!! The only company I did have was two dogs. One was a vibrating pillow, scared of the fireworks that suddenly blasted into action. The other was sat on a windowsill upstairs happily watching them...If this is how my year will pan out...so be it. It's also an odd year, not only is it an odd year, but the last number is a multiple of three...I have suspicions about threes and about odd years.
Anyway happy new year!!
30 December 2008
I want to be a philosopher
I've thought about this for a while. I've pondered, and thought. I want to be a philosopher. I want to be my own Plato. I want to come up with all the right questions, and give some well thought out structured answers. The more I think I want to be a philosopher, the more I think it's what I want. After all, thought is an ability we all posses. Some people have abstract thoughts, some simple thought, but they are all thoughts of a sort.
So I revel in the age old question, "are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the starts because we are human?". I may go one one further as to wonder, in either case, why the stars seem so fascinating. But then I suppose that goes down to the bigger picture, and why are we all here? The cosmos is a wonderful mystical thing, and so truly magnificent...it's difficult to get your head around. But that's what great philosophers do, they get their heads around these things, they do it by thinking. And anyone can think...can't they?
How do you be a philosopher anyway? Surely there is more to it than just thinking? And surely you need to be fairly well educated, either self or institutionalised educated. Would I make a good philosopher being an absent minded numpty? Being that I am an optimistic depressive, who quite likes freak weather, death, doom and destruction...am I safe to be a philosopher?! I know nothing about being a philosopher? Well that's a lie, for I would be a sceptic, so I can't know nothing, as I cannot truly know anything. I'd be the one always looking for the exception to the rule. The black swan!
But surely being absent minded isn't a bad thing for philosophy. Of course it might be, but is it not better to have a good thought from an absent minded fool, than to have a bad thought from a person who isn't of an absent mind? But then there is no such thing as a good thought, or a bad thought, or a right or wrong one. It's just a thought. But my ethos is that if the thought comes from you, then it's a good thought for you. But then you can only wonder why you thought of it, and why it's a good thought for you, and eventually it could turn out, once you've pondered a little bit too much, that it was in fact a bad one.
Life as such is just a fantasy. Oooh I like that, fantasy makes it sound more exciting than a figment of ones imagination. But I believe that here on this little planet we reflect the cosmos. The universe is in our hands. you see, there are many stars out there that will stay put for a while yet, and those stars are reflected by monuments all over this floaty ball of ours. And I say ours, it doesn't belong to a person in charge, it belongs to everyone. Everywhere else in space there are bits of rubble and all sorts floating around and these I believe are the people. The people are the bits of rock...maybe, I don't know. Now I say that it seems a little bit too far-fetched, but then isn't that what philosophy is all about.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to pull people's lives apart, because philosophy can do that....all I want to do is think thoughts of magnificence. Thoughts that reflect who I am, or what I am, whatever and whichever I may or may not be.
I'm not smart, that articulate or even good at expressing myself in any way, shape or form, but I suppose there is no harm in trying, if that's what might be good/bad/right/wrong for me.
So I revel in the age old question, "are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the starts because we are human?". I may go one one further as to wonder, in either case, why the stars seem so fascinating. But then I suppose that goes down to the bigger picture, and why are we all here? The cosmos is a wonderful mystical thing, and so truly magnificent...it's difficult to get your head around. But that's what great philosophers do, they get their heads around these things, they do it by thinking. And anyone can think...can't they?
How do you be a philosopher anyway? Surely there is more to it than just thinking? And surely you need to be fairly well educated, either self or institutionalised educated. Would I make a good philosopher being an absent minded numpty? Being that I am an optimistic depressive, who quite likes freak weather, death, doom and destruction...am I safe to be a philosopher?! I know nothing about being a philosopher? Well that's a lie, for I would be a sceptic, so I can't know nothing, as I cannot truly know anything. I'd be the one always looking for the exception to the rule. The black swan!
But surely being absent minded isn't a bad thing for philosophy. Of course it might be, but is it not better to have a good thought from an absent minded fool, than to have a bad thought from a person who isn't of an absent mind? But then there is no such thing as a good thought, or a bad thought, or a right or wrong one. It's just a thought. But my ethos is that if the thought comes from you, then it's a good thought for you. But then you can only wonder why you thought of it, and why it's a good thought for you, and eventually it could turn out, once you've pondered a little bit too much, that it was in fact a bad one.
Life as such is just a fantasy. Oooh I like that, fantasy makes it sound more exciting than a figment of ones imagination. But I believe that here on this little planet we reflect the cosmos. The universe is in our hands. you see, there are many stars out there that will stay put for a while yet, and those stars are reflected by monuments all over this floaty ball of ours. And I say ours, it doesn't belong to a person in charge, it belongs to everyone. Everywhere else in space there are bits of rubble and all sorts floating around and these I believe are the people. The people are the bits of rock...maybe, I don't know. Now I say that it seems a little bit too far-fetched, but then isn't that what philosophy is all about.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to pull people's lives apart, because philosophy can do that....all I want to do is think thoughts of magnificence. Thoughts that reflect who I am, or what I am, whatever and whichever I may or may not be.
I'm not smart, that articulate or even good at expressing myself in any way, shape or form, but I suppose there is no harm in trying, if that's what might be good/bad/right/wrong for me.
28 December 2008
You said...you did
You said...
Let's make a promise that whatever happens we'll always be there for each other
You did...
Turn your back on me when I needed you most
I did...
Not desert you, hurt you, take the piss, or use you
Cared about you more than anyone else on the planet
You said...
Lets both keep a blog so we know what one-another are thinking
You did...
Not read mine and respond when I needed YOUR opinion
Stop writing the one I knew about, because of "stupid comments"
I did...
Let you know what I thought of your posts, how good and meaningful they were
Spend hours looking for the other blog, but never found it
You said...
You'd never hurt me
You did...
Pull me apart piece by piece, pushed me away and drew me back in, only to repeat it all again
I did...
Keep letting it happen because I see the good in you
You said...
I have no friends
You did...
Befriend me
I did...
Not desert you when everyone else did
Let's make a promise that whatever happens we'll always be there for each other
You did...
Turn your back on me when I needed you most
I did...
Not desert you, hurt you, take the piss, or use you
Cared about you more than anyone else on the planet
You said...
Lets both keep a blog so we know what one-another are thinking
You did...
Not read mine and respond when I needed YOUR opinion
Stop writing the one I knew about, because of "stupid comments"
I did...
Let you know what I thought of your posts, how good and meaningful they were
Spend hours looking for the other blog, but never found it
You said...
You'd never hurt me
You did...
Pull me apart piece by piece, pushed me away and drew me back in, only to repeat it all again
I did...
Keep letting it happen because I see the good in you
You said...
I have no friends
You did...
Befriend me
I did...
Not desert you when everyone else did
Christmas is a drug
Could Christmas possibally be a drug?
You get the come up, where the excitement builds in your belly, and your general mood lightens, you speak to people you don't usually speak to just because it's the run up to Christmas. You fall in love with the idea of Christmas, you are surrounded and dazzled by lights, and pretty things. Then comes the day, and you have reached the ultimate high, everyone is smiling and bringing their own presence into the day. For the day everyone gets along, even if they wouldn't normally, as they all enter into the spirit of Christmas and leave their disputes at the door.
The day goes on, people eat, drink and be merry, play a game or two, have the Christmas snooze, and as if by magic, suddenly it's all over....
But what comes next? I put it to you that following on from Christmas is the come down. Faced with the reality that in a day or two you will return back to normal. That another year will begin, will another set of trials and tribulations...the high ends and day to day normality resumes.....
Christmas is a drug!
You get the come up, where the excitement builds in your belly, and your general mood lightens, you speak to people you don't usually speak to just because it's the run up to Christmas. You fall in love with the idea of Christmas, you are surrounded and dazzled by lights, and pretty things. Then comes the day, and you have reached the ultimate high, everyone is smiling and bringing their own presence into the day. For the day everyone gets along, even if they wouldn't normally, as they all enter into the spirit of Christmas and leave their disputes at the door.
The day goes on, people eat, drink and be merry, play a game or two, have the Christmas snooze, and as if by magic, suddenly it's all over....
But what comes next? I put it to you that following on from Christmas is the come down. Faced with the reality that in a day or two you will return back to normal. That another year will begin, will another set of trials and tribulations...the high ends and day to day normality resumes.....
Christmas is a drug!
25 November 2008
Patience is a virtue
Or at least that is what they say. I'd say, in many cases it is more of a vice. If you are too patent you'll miss out on some stuff, mind you if in some cases you are not quite patient enough you could seriously piss someone off.....of you'll get pissed off yourself. When does it pay to be nice to someone? When does it pay to be a little less patient and a bit more forceful? Both have their own good bits and bad bits, which says to me that the saying is a bit false.
Asses the situation first, and if patience is more likely to help you out, keep hold of it......don't let it run out!!
Asses the situation first, and if patience is more likely to help you out, keep hold of it......don't let it run out!!
24 November 2008
Fear in faith
I believe yesterday I was banging on about fear in hope, and how it doesn't really do any good for the individual concerned. And as I now believe hope to be a faith in itself I thought I'd take a look at fear in religion....
Religion generally comes with a set of rules if you like, to follow. A good religious person follows all the rules. So if you do not follow every single rule all of the time, does this make you a bad religious person? I'm not religious, and therefore I wouldn't know. I would imagine though that the majority of religious people would believe the person that follws all the rules to be rather good.
Can you be a good Christian? Or a good Catholic? A good Muslim? A good Jew? Maybe it is possible, but I can't for the life of me think why anyone would let a set of rules made many moons ago govern the way they lead their life. My only thought is that of fear.
Faith it seems generally has this set of rules, and there are consequences if you don't follow them as you should. Perhaps you will upset your god, perhaps you will go to hell? Is that eternal damnation? I don't know, but a religious person is made to believe that this is what will happen if they break the rules. Of course, you may correct me if I am wrong, for I am not religious, and haven't really got any sources to back me up, it's all just guess work.
But who really knows what's around the corner? I'm more of a believer of seizing an opportunity. This is also a sort of faith, but then that "what if" fear comes in, and wola, you miss it.
Family is also a faith. If you do something against your families wishes you get punished for it. Therefore many people follow the rules, do as they are told, for fear that they may get into some serious trouble. They don't make friends with people they might actually like because their parents don't like them. Now in my opinion it is up to you who you choose to be friends with and what you do with your life. And fear is the one thing that holds everyone, and I mean everyone back.
You might believe in your best friend, but at some point fear of something will enter the relationship, and from that moment, it's never the same as it were before.
Think of the consequences of some of the things you've done....or even haven't done. I don't believe in living with regrets, but there are things I should have done, as I expect there are things that you should have done, but fear has held you back.
I suppose that if you live with the "everything happens for a reason" attitude, a faith in itself, then you would say that because you didn't do something due to a fear of yours, it wasn't supposed to happen. And yes, you would probably end up at the same point in the end, but would the journey to that same point been as it has? It could have been worse you say? What's that? Fear? Now perhaps you fear that the path you chose was wrong. But the path you chose was a faith. It was the safest option, but if an opportunity was set out in front of you, even if it went against you faiths (religion, family, friends) you missed out on something that yes, could have gone badly wrong, but you missed out on this why? So you didn't go to hell, and you didn't piss everyone off?
I'm kind of running around in circles here. I'm basically trying to say that fear in itself is, yes, you've guessed it, a faith. However, fear is probably the most picked up and put down faith. You only believe in fear when it suits you...or your friends, family and religion.
Religion generally comes with a set of rules if you like, to follow. A good religious person follows all the rules. So if you do not follow every single rule all of the time, does this make you a bad religious person? I'm not religious, and therefore I wouldn't know. I would imagine though that the majority of religious people would believe the person that follws all the rules to be rather good.
Can you be a good Christian? Or a good Catholic? A good Muslim? A good Jew? Maybe it is possible, but I can't for the life of me think why anyone would let a set of rules made many moons ago govern the way they lead their life. My only thought is that of fear.
Faith it seems generally has this set of rules, and there are consequences if you don't follow them as you should. Perhaps you will upset your god, perhaps you will go to hell? Is that eternal damnation? I don't know, but a religious person is made to believe that this is what will happen if they break the rules. Of course, you may correct me if I am wrong, for I am not religious, and haven't really got any sources to back me up, it's all just guess work.
But who really knows what's around the corner? I'm more of a believer of seizing an opportunity. This is also a sort of faith, but then that "what if" fear comes in, and wola, you miss it.
Family is also a faith. If you do something against your families wishes you get punished for it. Therefore many people follow the rules, do as they are told, for fear that they may get into some serious trouble. They don't make friends with people they might actually like because their parents don't like them. Now in my opinion it is up to you who you choose to be friends with and what you do with your life. And fear is the one thing that holds everyone, and I mean everyone back.
You might believe in your best friend, but at some point fear of something will enter the relationship, and from that moment, it's never the same as it were before.
Think of the consequences of some of the things you've done....or even haven't done. I don't believe in living with regrets, but there are things I should have done, as I expect there are things that you should have done, but fear has held you back.
I suppose that if you live with the "everything happens for a reason" attitude, a faith in itself, then you would say that because you didn't do something due to a fear of yours, it wasn't supposed to happen. And yes, you would probably end up at the same point in the end, but would the journey to that same point been as it has? It could have been worse you say? What's that? Fear? Now perhaps you fear that the path you chose was wrong. But the path you chose was a faith. It was the safest option, but if an opportunity was set out in front of you, even if it went against you faiths (religion, family, friends) you missed out on something that yes, could have gone badly wrong, but you missed out on this why? So you didn't go to hell, and you didn't piss everyone off?
I'm kind of running around in circles here. I'm basically trying to say that fear in itself is, yes, you've guessed it, a faith. However, fear is probably the most picked up and put down faith. You only believe in fear when it suits you...or your friends, family and religion.
23 November 2008
Love this!!
I watched The Beach a couple of nights ago. It's been a while since I've seen it...if you've not watched it for quite some time I recommend watching it. The above song is the one that plays over the end credits, and I was sucked into it from the very beginning. I don't have a clue why, but I felt compelled to watch the words move upwards on the screen, random people who did random things on a project...I really have no interest in who plays who and who does what, it's like I was being told to watch the credits though to listen to this song. I'll tell you why I like the song in a minute...
I never realised before what exactly was going on in The Beach, but when I watched it, it sort of clicked. A man, goes on an adventure, and due to a mistake made in his past gets separated from his group, away from the dream, and then creates his own reality, and to those around him goes insane. Suddenly there is a wake up call. I never even viewed it like that, it relates to me now, whereas years ago I just thought it was nonsense. Why it relates to me only one or two people would know.
I think the track is awesome though. The strings and the beat and the lyrics and the voice all fit together like the last remaining pieces of a jigsaw, and there is a mood about it that's wonderfully chaotic, yet soothing. The way it calms down and the sounds almost disappear, become very slow, smooth, and calm. The suddenly it picks up again like a storm. Yes, I think it's like that, and I likes it!!
The words actually mean something. There are many songs these days that are just thrown together in a way that people don't think about them, they just sing them....here are the lyrics....
God knows you're lonely souls
God knows you're lonely souls
God knows you're lonely souls
Yeah, yeah
I believe there's a time and a place
To let your mind drift and get out of this place
I believe there's a day and a place
That we will go to, and I know you wanna share.
There's no secret to living (There's no secret to living)
Just keep on walking
There's no secret to dying (There's no secret to dying)
Just keep on flying.
I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name
I'm gonna die in a space that don't hold my fame.
God knows you're lonely souls
God knows you're lonely souls.
I believe there's a time when the cord of life
Should be cut, my friends (Cut the cord, my friend)
I believe there's a time when the cord can be cut
And this vision ends (Let this vision end).
But I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name
And I'm gonna cry in a space that don't hold my fame.
Walking in the cold
Just keep on flying
There'll be a searchlight
On the mountain high
God knows you're lonely souls
God knows you're lonely souls
God knows you're lonely souls
God knows you're lonely souls
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm a lonely soul
I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name
I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name.
God knows you are lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
I'm a lonely soul.
So long, little chapel
Sweet is the sound
Pack up your light
Pack up your light
Say goodbye to the holy water life
Ohhh
Sweet sound in and out
Ahhh
Pushing it in
Hopes & Fears
I don't think it was all that long ago that I wrote about how awful hope was, and how the world would be better off without it, but I actually think in some cases hope of something better is the one thing that keeps people going, relationships stable, families together. There is always hope at the end of the day. It will always be there, and will never go away. It's something that is embedded deep within each and every one of us, and yes, while it can build some false happiness, nothing seems as bad as it really is when there is a possibility in ones mind of an alternative.
I think that before I was very angry. Nothing seemed to be as I had hoped it would be, and I lost my faith a little. But really, that's all it is, it is a question of faith. Hope can be magnificent really, if you believe in it. We all have it, but it's when people loose their faith in hope that everything suddenly go down the pan. Of course hope can make you sad as well as happy. Particularly if there is something you dream of and want so much, and yet you fear it is so far out of reach. Like you can never achieve it. Fear unfortunately is the problem here. A hope is not really a hope if fear is in it's way. Nobody can achieve their hopes is fear is in the way for the simple reason that fear is an enemy of faith. Ooooooh I like that!!
If fear stands in the way of hope I don't think the hope can be realised. Fear that comes with hope is generally the fear of what will happen if the hope doesn't turn out quite as you would have liked it to. This is because, I think I have said somewhere before, people create their own reality, and generally negative forces are much stronger than positive forces. I don't know why, something to do with the ego I suppose. They say that the ego is the part of you that doesn't think you deserve to be happy. It is your negative force, and is generally a lot stronger than any positives within. So when you have a hope, something you long for, something you dream about, and that little niggle in your mind hops in and says "no, no, no. It will all go wrong eventually, why bother", shake it of as quickly as you possibly can. Try, go for what you want. Remain positive, even on the toughest days, and you will reap the rewards. It might not happen over night, but as they say....good things come to those who wait. The world and life are beautiful, so why rush through it all?
I think that before I was very angry. Nothing seemed to be as I had hoped it would be, and I lost my faith a little. But really, that's all it is, it is a question of faith. Hope can be magnificent really, if you believe in it. We all have it, but it's when people loose their faith in hope that everything suddenly go down the pan. Of course hope can make you sad as well as happy. Particularly if there is something you dream of and want so much, and yet you fear it is so far out of reach. Like you can never achieve it. Fear unfortunately is the problem here. A hope is not really a hope if fear is in it's way. Nobody can achieve their hopes is fear is in the way for the simple reason that fear is an enemy of faith. Ooooooh I like that!!
If fear stands in the way of hope I don't think the hope can be realised. Fear that comes with hope is generally the fear of what will happen if the hope doesn't turn out quite as you would have liked it to. This is because, I think I have said somewhere before, people create their own reality, and generally negative forces are much stronger than positive forces. I don't know why, something to do with the ego I suppose. They say that the ego is the part of you that doesn't think you deserve to be happy. It is your negative force, and is generally a lot stronger than any positives within. So when you have a hope, something you long for, something you dream about, and that little niggle in your mind hops in and says "no, no, no. It will all go wrong eventually, why bother", shake it of as quickly as you possibly can. Try, go for what you want. Remain positive, even on the toughest days, and you will reap the rewards. It might not happen over night, but as they say....good things come to those who wait. The world and life are beautiful, so why rush through it all?
A single grain of sand....
can tell you everything you needed to know about the world, and a whole lot more.
I think it's amazing that just by holding onto one tiny grain of sand you are holding the key to our existence. Not only does it tell the history of our planet, but the history of the entire universe.
One teeny tiny grain of sand!
I think it's amazing that just by holding onto one tiny grain of sand you are holding the key to our existence. Not only does it tell the history of our planet, but the history of the entire universe.
One teeny tiny grain of sand!
15 November 2008
It's all about forgiving.....
I read something a couple of days ago that turned me back into my miserable self, when during the course of the week I made a consorted effort to pick myself back up. It was a blog entry on the web about letters of forgiveness.
In practice you write a letter to someone, you tell them in that letter what they did to hurt you, following which you write that you forgive them for it. There was a "sample letter" on this blog, that a man had wrote to his father who had been abusive and distant for his [the man] whole life. There were many comments and good wishes, including many people talking about their own forgiveness letter experiences. It's not always necessary to actually give the letters to the people. You write it as a form of release. I suppose whether or not you give the letter to someone depends on the circumstances.
Those who chose not to pass on the letter, or wrote to friends and relatives who had passed away had "rituals" such as burning them or attaching them to helium balloons and letting them fly off. I suppose it's good to get those thoughts down on paper and throw them out into the cosmos, and with any luck be relieved of ill feelings placed inside.
I've got hopes of this task. I think that there are an awful lot of things whirling around in my head these days that need putting to bed. Some of which are things that are not even relevant to my life now, but still in some way are hiding just beneath the surface, and preventing me from growing as a person. My plan for the evening is to write a list of those who have brought some form of pain to me, and forgive each and every one of them.
In practice you write a letter to someone, you tell them in that letter what they did to hurt you, following which you write that you forgive them for it. There was a "sample letter" on this blog, that a man had wrote to his father who had been abusive and distant for his [the man] whole life. There were many comments and good wishes, including many people talking about their own forgiveness letter experiences. It's not always necessary to actually give the letters to the people. You write it as a form of release. I suppose whether or not you give the letter to someone depends on the circumstances.
Those who chose not to pass on the letter, or wrote to friends and relatives who had passed away had "rituals" such as burning them or attaching them to helium balloons and letting them fly off. I suppose it's good to get those thoughts down on paper and throw them out into the cosmos, and with any luck be relieved of ill feelings placed inside.
I've got hopes of this task. I think that there are an awful lot of things whirling around in my head these days that need putting to bed. Some of which are things that are not even relevant to my life now, but still in some way are hiding just beneath the surface, and preventing me from growing as a person. My plan for the evening is to write a list of those who have brought some form of pain to me, and forgive each and every one of them.
12 November 2008
Crazy, Mad, Insane Mentalness
Why is it that people always look to science for answers to their problems.
Why do people have to be suffering from depression or OCD or schizophrenia or any other metal disorder just because they don't really fit in with whatever "normality" might be. None of those mental disorders are real. Not in my opinion anyway, and forgive me if I am wrong, but is it not just there to comfort people.....I mean if you think there is something wrong with you, and then it's confirmed that in fact there is something wrong with you, does this not to some extent make you feel better? All these weird and wonderful mental illnesses are just words that collectively describe how someone might feel at any given moment, but they don't really exist. They are just words, and terms.
I was looking at bi-polar disorder yesterday, if you don't know what it is, just look it up....is it not what any "normal" person experiences? Everyone goes though bouts of feeling rather down, and everyone goes through periods where they are intensely happy. It just depends on what's going on in their lives and their reaction to it. I might be wrong, but that's my thought on the matter. I watched BBC Horizon last night, it's a two part documentary about mental health disorders, and for every disorder that they described I felt myself going, oh is that's what's wrong with me? I do that, and that and that. I must be a depressive. Then, I have got that, I do that, I must have social anxiety. Oh I have those weird things, I must have OCD.
Fact of the matter is, that then I came and looked at bi-polar disorder and said to myself, now that's what I have got. And I'm sure if they had described schizophrenia I would have said, that's me!
Do you know why? Because there are no such things. They are just terms that make people feel better. They can justify their behaviour that they don't believe to be "normal". THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NORMAL!
Nobody, not one person in this world is normal. Everyone has their ups and their downs, their good qualities, their bad qualities, their quirks and their let downs. Every single person on this planet can be happy or sad or numb. It all depends on that persons present situation and how they react to it.
While a medical professional might tell me that I have Bi-polar disorder, manic depression, OCD, social anxiety or schizophrenia, because I have character traits that are in line with each and every disorder going, I don't. I'm just a person who does odd things every so often, and doesn't think straight 100% of the time. Think about it logically.....do you?
Would you feel better if someone told you you had a mental disorder and filled you with drugs that made you a normal? I for one wouldn't, and I would refuse to take them!!
Why do people have to be suffering from depression or OCD or schizophrenia or any other metal disorder just because they don't really fit in with whatever "normality" might be. None of those mental disorders are real. Not in my opinion anyway, and forgive me if I am wrong, but is it not just there to comfort people.....I mean if you think there is something wrong with you, and then it's confirmed that in fact there is something wrong with you, does this not to some extent make you feel better? All these weird and wonderful mental illnesses are just words that collectively describe how someone might feel at any given moment, but they don't really exist. They are just words, and terms.
I was looking at bi-polar disorder yesterday, if you don't know what it is, just look it up....is it not what any "normal" person experiences? Everyone goes though bouts of feeling rather down, and everyone goes through periods where they are intensely happy. It just depends on what's going on in their lives and their reaction to it. I might be wrong, but that's my thought on the matter. I watched BBC Horizon last night, it's a two part documentary about mental health disorders, and for every disorder that they described I felt myself going, oh is that's what's wrong with me? I do that, and that and that. I must be a depressive. Then, I have got that, I do that, I must have social anxiety. Oh I have those weird things, I must have OCD.
Fact of the matter is, that then I came and looked at bi-polar disorder and said to myself, now that's what I have got. And I'm sure if they had described schizophrenia I would have said, that's me!
Do you know why? Because there are no such things. They are just terms that make people feel better. They can justify their behaviour that they don't believe to be "normal". THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NORMAL!
Nobody, not one person in this world is normal. Everyone has their ups and their downs, their good qualities, their bad qualities, their quirks and their let downs. Every single person on this planet can be happy or sad or numb. It all depends on that persons present situation and how they react to it.
While a medical professional might tell me that I have Bi-polar disorder, manic depression, OCD, social anxiety or schizophrenia, because I have character traits that are in line with each and every disorder going, I don't. I'm just a person who does odd things every so often, and doesn't think straight 100% of the time. Think about it logically.....do you?
Would you feel better if someone told you you had a mental disorder and filled you with drugs that made you a normal? I for one wouldn't, and I would refuse to take them!!
11 November 2008
Will the battle ever end?
It's 11th November, and today I took part in, as everybody really should the 2 minutes silence. Why do we do it. Well just in case you've been living in a shed for the past 90 years, it's a day of remembrance to remember those who have fallen whilst fighting for their country. The first world war ended on 11th November 1980, and that is what today is all about.
Now I watched the coverage this morning, just to make sure I didn't miss my cue to shut up and reflect. Of course I was amazed when watching the service by the three war veterans still alive today, who were representing the three forces, the Army, the Navy and the Royal Air Force. At 108, 110 and 112, I was amazed to see that they all still looked so healthy.
Of course it's not only about those who gave their lives in WWI or WWII but we remember everyone who has fallen even in recent years. But as the day went on I listened to people saying how those who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan in recent years are not hero's. The reason they are not hero's? The wars are unjust.
Unjust they may be, but these people have still given their lives. They have been sent by the armed forces into dangerous territory, believing that they are there for a good cause, and lost their lives. So whether the war is just or not, they have still thought believing that it's the right thing to do.
The forces are very attractive to young people leaving school. Not only is there decent pay, they have the opportunity to train in almost any field, gain qualifications, they do get to see the world, they get to live away from their parents, and it does look rather good on a CV. I know when I left school there were many people that were there with me that joined up. None of them expected to go to war. There was no war type things happening at that time.
The fact of the matter is, they do a job, because they have to. If you don't like what they are doing that's fine. But don't try to say that they are not hero's. It takes a certain type of person to go to a danger zone like that, would you do it? If the war was just would you do it?
Now I watched the coverage this morning, just to make sure I didn't miss my cue to shut up and reflect. Of course I was amazed when watching the service by the three war veterans still alive today, who were representing the three forces, the Army, the Navy and the Royal Air Force. At 108, 110 and 112, I was amazed to see that they all still looked so healthy.
Of course it's not only about those who gave their lives in WWI or WWII but we remember everyone who has fallen even in recent years. But as the day went on I listened to people saying how those who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan in recent years are not hero's. The reason they are not hero's? The wars are unjust.
Unjust they may be, but these people have still given their lives. They have been sent by the armed forces into dangerous territory, believing that they are there for a good cause, and lost their lives. So whether the war is just or not, they have still thought believing that it's the right thing to do.
The forces are very attractive to young people leaving school. Not only is there decent pay, they have the opportunity to train in almost any field, gain qualifications, they do get to see the world, they get to live away from their parents, and it does look rather good on a CV. I know when I left school there were many people that were there with me that joined up. None of them expected to go to war. There was no war type things happening at that time.
The fact of the matter is, they do a job, because they have to. If you don't like what they are doing that's fine. But don't try to say that they are not hero's. It takes a certain type of person to go to a danger zone like that, would you do it? If the war was just would you do it?
10 November 2008
Hummm....I like this
I have used the phrase “it might come back and bite you on the bum” a few times today. Seems it is my saying of the moment.
Other things I seem to be doing is setting alight to a baby wipe, a dry one, just to see how quickly it would flame up. The answer….very bloody quickly indeed. What about a wet one…..I’ll just test
It’s actually quite difficult to get a wet baby wipe going. I would still recommend though not leaving children, baby wipes and lighters/matches alone in a room together. That also means me!
Other things I seem to be doing is setting alight to a baby wipe, a dry one, just to see how quickly it would flame up. The answer….very bloody quickly indeed. What about a wet one…..I’ll just test
It’s actually quite difficult to get a wet baby wipe going. I would still recommend though not leaving children, baby wipes and lighters/matches alone in a room together. That also means me!
Giving up a life....
Is there anyone that means that much to you that you would give your life if it made him or her reap in happiness? While the occasion will probably never arise, it is worthwhile making sure this person is aware of just how much they mean to you. Time it appropriately though, or it could come back and bite you on the bum.
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