(Source: lovealfine, via natalieenne)
“You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.”
Sunday, 29 January 2012, 3.26pm
Toy Story 3. A majorly anticipated movie, enjoyed by kids and adults alike. Those who freely admit to watching it are full of nostalgia. Those who claim they’ve never seen it are in denial. As a movie for kids, it has adventure, it has fun, and it has toys. To us though (the arguably wiser, more serious viewers), Toy Story 3 is much more than a story about toys; it is a transition, a documentation of growing up. It sees Andy moving to college, leaving home, and ultimately growing up. This is a crucial stage in our lives, in which we begin to question and learn; forming our own judgements, and becoming our own person. It’s a time everybody struggles with. Nobody copes entirely perfectly with change.
If I have yet to loose your attention, if I ever had it in the first place, then I will leave you with a quote:
“Too many people grow up. That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up and forget. They don’t remember what it’s like to be 12 years old.” - Walt Disney
Wednesday, 25 January 2012, 1.24am
Turkey sandwiches, homemade Macaroni Cheese, late afternoon cloud gazing, and midnight swimming…
When your world is filled with ‘To-Do Lists’, your mind creates lists of its own. These lists are more desirable, more fun, more enjoyable. They result in a reduced mood and procrastination. Except, when time arises, these lists disappear and become irrelevant. Why?
Perhaps, whatever people decide to do with the life that they have been given is success. Anxiety fills me, wondering if, when my time comes, I will bear regrets like burdens. Regretting is awful. Painful. Irreversible. Final.
“We carry all these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, and drown us out at sea.”
Tuesday, 24 January 2012, 12.46am
There are those who are content with coasting; drifting wherever it may be. This observation is unlikely to be groundbreaking news to you, yet it is an observation that occurs frequently without recognition. Occasionally these people may step out of one river and into another, only to coast once again. It seems to be a desirable asset; such a free, and easy way to live. I, for certain, would care very much for it. There are those, however, that repulse at the idea; to these people, coasting is not living. To live one must be active, and participate. But how can one define ‘living’? Is it even a static term? Does it not have a different definition to different people? What is considered ‘living’ to one, is likely to be different for another. It’s astonishing how capable we are…how different minds assign different meanings to the same abstract. How we can assign so much meaning to such abstract things baffles me more so.
“If this is redemption, why do I bother at all. There’s nothing to mention, and nothing has changed. Still I’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain. So I wander on, till someone else is saved.”
Recently the Oxford comma has been, perhaps evidently, at the forefront of my writing thought processes; however awful they may be, for I am no writer.
“Drifting in my boat, going nowhere with my aspirations. Staying up last night, going nowhere with my trains of thought.”
