Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Good News

On any given day it is far from unusual for me to spend hour catching up on events around the world, but it seems far too easy to discover all the terrors going on in the world, when I’m sure just as many wonderful things are happening simultaneously. 

So why is it bad news is handed to us on a plate, while good news and beauty is to be searched for on ones own accord. Luckily I look for the bright side of every situation, but I’m sure there are many out there who focus so much on the bad things and forget about how easy life is in the21st Century.

Recently I have been watching ‘Apocalypse. The Second War’; a documentary I think should be forced viewing, but unfortunately most of England will switch into X Factor one channel below. The idea of people missing out on this program to indulge in such talent-less trivia troubles me at exactly 8 pm every Saturday, mostly because I believe that watching this documentary makes you realise what a wonderful country we live in. A bad day might be one where we feel ill, or perhaps get rained on whilst walking to the bus stop. A bad day in the 1940’s? –Invasion, death. Everything is relative.

I just think that if there were a daily access to good news around the world, the world would be a better place. The last words Anne Frank ever wrote ‘In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart'

I think what I’m trying to say is, go to efforts to find the good in life, appreciate what you have, not what you want, look around you more,  and acknowledge a ‘good day’ as one where everyone is at least healthy and happy.

Today a child waved out a bus window, and a frail old woman put her bags down just to return the wave. Her face lit up, it made her day.

Fernwood Cove 2010
'Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy' – Anne Frank

Friday, 2 April 2010

A cynical moment

It dawned on me today, whilst catching a snippet of The Sound of Music, how foreign the culture of self-respect and modesty is to young adults today. Lost in Waltz, my eyes followed the sway of dresses that reserved all dignity, the hand shakes and well-mannered gestures that seem to have dissolved in time. All that comes to mind in today’s version of life is fake tan, drugs and short skirts. In some cases it seems girls have more heel than shoe and more attitude than manners: a tasteless combination. In my eyes, clothes that leave nothing to the imagination are highly unappealing, and ultimately less rewarding. Now I sound like an old woman, but I’m not, I’m young and just as crazy as anyone my age, but I just wish sometimes people would take more time perfecting their personality than their body. 

Perhaps I am being too cynical and judgemental, and I’m also a bit of a hypocrite, as I have been swept up in the world of short skirts and high heels, and I have to admit, I have even been tempted by a bottle of ‘Fake Bake’ on a few occasions. It’s only when I am reminded of how life was a hundred years ago that I feel saddened by the way things have changed. 

Bring back the curtsies and real dancing; sometimes I think I was born into the wrong era.

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Today Is A Very Sad Day

Philip Cain turned 18  five days ago.
I remember one evening last year, he came to visit Amy at Uni with is friend Mitchell. After a beer or ten, both were rather willing for me to paint their faces with lipstick, ...i say willing, but what I really mean is they were too drunk to stop me. I can only imagine his face the next morning when he realised it stained. That was one very red faced train ride back to Nottingham indeed.
He died today.

Is life really this brittle? To be alive and to be so precious seems such risky business when it can take only a few hours to take somebody away. Amongst the beauty of such wonderful existences, sits rare darkened days like these. Can't the world be a safe place?

Bless your little heart Philip. x

Today is a very sad day.

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

My thought for the day

Every now an again I’m reminded that this world is scattered with some rare treats. Some people don’t even have the eyes to notice them, and some are blind to their existence. 
Some people inspire, and some just exist. Putting one foot in front of the other is a poor excuse for living, but those who do it, are unaware of what they’re missing.

I know what I mean, even if you don’t.

On a final note, this boy is wonderful...

I just had to share that.