Something Made Me Feel Inspired Today

Over half a century later and this is still so very relevant to what is going on today. I fear that our mistakes have continued to repeat themselves as we shut our ears to the truth that refuses to be heard and somehow we have found ourselves tolerant to the ways things are, and forgetting the way that things should be.

I would like to hope that soon, enough will be enough so that we can all come together and make the changes we wish to see in our world.

It is nice to be comfortable, but to thrive in life is fulfilling and wonderful.

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Reminiscing

It’s chilly out, and all I wish is to be knee-deep in the grass again.

Thankfully, spring is right around the corner.  Which means that there will be a ton of pictures to be taken and inspiration to be found!  I am so excited to see what this summer has in store.

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A Picture From Mum’s Archives

View of You

Take a step back Back into the unknown Into what used to be but never was And what used to keep you up at night alone Take a step back And look forward Take on a new perspective And look … Continue reading

Rambling Nonsense on a Friday Night

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Sometimes it can feel like you are floating through life; the expectations that others have for you, weighing heavy on your thoughts.  You don’t know where you are going, and maybe only have a faint idea of where you would like to go but that isn’t good enough.  It’s not good enough for the hungry questions they keep asking you.  It’s not enough for the questioning and sometimes disappointed looks in their eyes.  According to them, you never made it and they feel responsible.  They feel responsible for some sick and selfish reason, that honestly has nothing to do with them.

Honesty aside, it possibly does have something to do with them.  If they weren’t always trying to steer you in the “right” direction and their expectations weren’t burning holes into you at night, then maybe you would have had a better idea of what YOU actually want.  Maybe, you might actually already be where you want to be (or maybe it would be easier to realize that you are there already).  It doesn’t matter if you have some big title, fancy house, and/or a wife and three kids.  No, it doesn’t matter if you have all your money organized, and put away into pretty little accounts, so you can go away on weekends.  It doesn’t matter if you fit into this nice little box of what it means to be an adult. None of that matters, unless it truly matters to YOU and you alone.

If you’re happy working odd jobs, travelling the world and living in your car…  being colourful or quiet or weird. If you dropped out of college because it just didn’t feel right… or if you never went at all, because you just couldn’t seem to fathom it, though everyone kept telling you that’s where you ought to be… If you’re happy with how you have chosen to move forward in life, then stop being unhappy because other people think that you should be.

Stop wasting time, waiting for the future that others have planned for you.  Go out there and just be you.  You don’t owe anyone a single thing.  There’s only one person you owe, and that person is yourself.  You owe yourself the motivation to do what is right for you, and the strength to stand by that.  You owe yourself kind words of support and optimism.  You owe yourself the chance to get off of the hamster wheel and to go to where you feel the most yourself.  You don’t really owe yourself much, but it’s worth a lifetime.

Birds, Bugs, and Boats Behind

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Part III The Unlocking The day to go North came so very quickly and before I knew it, I was on a bus filled with strange faces, on my way to a place I honestly didn’t really feel like going … Continue reading

Birds, Bugs, and Boats… and Nelsolonika?

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Part II.V (A surprise addition to my three part story) The Unexpected It was getting very close to me leaving for the North when one of my aunts surprised us with a visit.  With her, were a couple really cool … Continue reading

Birds, Bugs, and Boats Cont.

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Part II The Unlearning What began as an innocent dip of my toes into what my dad likes to call the “boat life”, became a complete lifestyle transformation.  I lived in rolled up jeans and bare feet, showering became a … Continue reading

When You Weren’t Looking

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It seems like there has been a lot of death around me lately.  Usually it’s not something I feel comfortable talking about but it’s been making me feel so much.  I’ve decided that maybe the best way to deal with these feelings is to write.

You hear about people dying in genocides, terrorist attacks, wars of religion etc. and it has become such a common occurrence that that now it no longer phases us.  Not one of us remembers the faces of the dead who bare no names.  Not one of us remembers the names of the of the dead who bare no connection to our world.  We go on like nothing is happening.  We live in a paradise, with our backs to the shadows.

Sometimes death will hit very close to home.  It’s harder to ignore.  Yet I’ve noticed that somehow we are all still withdrawn, even once death has now made itself very real.  Even once death has touched us.  Is it all the death on the news, in the movies, and in our games?  Or is it normal?  Is it normal that no one seems to ache for the loss of precious lives?  Or is it weird to feel such anguish, when you have no connection to the deceased?

I am sure people do feel something when strangers pass but they have just become so skilled at isolating themselves from it.

I know I am not alone in feeling such pain for the dead.  I know I am not alone in feeling such pain for their families.  I know I am not alone in wishing I could fix what was broken… but I feel so empty.  What is the point?  Why are the least deserving taken the earliest?  Who decides their fate?  I am sure that is not the choice they would have made.

Life is so fleeting, so beautiful, and so full of pain.  It is a light in the darkness that you weren’t sure you saw.  It is that taste in your mouth that you can’t seem to place.  Life is time that passed when you weren’t looking and now you can’t remember where you’ve come from.  And in the end, it doesn’t really matter, because it’ll all be gone once you get where you’re going.

I think it’s really disturbing that at one moment, everything could be fine.  Then in a second later, the world flips, and you’re gone; as fast as sparks flying up from the fire.  There is no goodbye, the end comes too fast.

Now here I am by myself, crying for all the people I don’t know and never will.  I am thinking of all the things they’ll never see, all the things they’ll never do, and always wondering why they weren’t supposed to.

Stream Of Consciousness no.1

The hearts of men are thirsty, beating, and impulsive.  Longing for the unknown, the undefined, and the untouched.  Something new, something old, something better than what we hold.  Angry are these hearts who can’t find their way.  They grow tense, they grow cold, and before they know it, they are old.  The heart is more than just an organ pumping blood through some veins.  The heart is something that we can not explain.  So many things fill up our hearts, and sadly some of them stain very dark.  I haven’t figured out a remedy for this.  Maybe some good bleach, a knife and a kiss…? Don’t you get like that sometimes?  Wanting to just rip out your heart and get a new one.  Maybe you’d forget all the feelings that got you here in the first place.  But how long does a pure heart last?  Does it even exist or has it been stained by our nature?  I really would like to know.  But more importantly, can you save it?  I don’t see why we should all be doomed.  Perhaps we are though and I guess some just deal with it better than others.  I always wondered how people lost their minds.  It is a funny image if you think about it.  I often picture it as the mind floating out of the body and up into the sky, much like a lost balloon that has slipped from the grasp of a small child. Once noticed, it is too late and far beyond their reach so they just stand there, helpless, watching it float away into the clouds.

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Caged By Our Ignorance

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As some of you may have noticed, I have not taken the time to write a post in a while.  I am going to take this opportunity to use my being away on vacation as an excuse.  However, while away, I happened upon the idea for this piece by chance.  It came to me while visiting Parrot Island, a sanctuary for neglected and abused exotic birds. Before going into the room of caged birds, I was made to watch a video.  This video told me something I was ignorant of and I am sure many others are ignorant of, and that is the amount of abandoned and abused exotic birds across the globe. DSCN1181 DSCN1177 DSCN1173 DSCN1171 DSCN1155 DSCN1154Did you know that ~85% of exotic birds are abandoned, resold or given away within two years of being purchased?  Did you know that ~4 million exotic birds are recorded in trade each year? And did you know that the Scarlet Macaw, the parrot of parrots, is on CITES Appendix 1 due to the pet and cage bird trade?  I definitely didn’t and was horrified.

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There was so much I was unaware of before going to Parrot Island.  I also didn’t know how sad going to this place would make me.  Seeing all of these beautiful birds crushed my heart and made me ashamed.  I was ashamed for being ignorant to this neglect and abuse.  I found it so difficult to look at these birds, screaming at me from their cages for attention.  No animal deserves this.  Sadly, these are the lucky ones.  Yes, I do realize that there are many animals that are endangered due to human greed.  However, this one seems so simple to prevent and maybe it is where we should start as far as working towards preservation of life on our planet.

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  *These pictures were all taken by me during my visit to Parrot Island and are only a few faces of birds who deserve to fly free.©