One Step at a Time

Just like that song by Jordin Sparks - "we live and we learn to take one step at a time", everything in life always starts with a single step. Before you know it, when you look back and realise that you have run a marathon (on my to-do list), finished an entire degree in university, continued a few years doing a hobby, and for me most recently, jogged every day for a month.

Revolutionary

Being the conservative that I am, this post is not about anything political orientated, socialist-alternative, new system against this terrible system known as capitalism. I feel like the word "revolutionary" always conjures up images about the socioeconomic system, or other injustices in the world - and some radical new school of though or movement that is going to overthrow the current norm to bring greater wellbeing for the most amount of people. I am going to rant about something else - technology.

Recapture

Let me start off by saying that I have a terrible memory particularly of names and people and perhaps this is one of the reasons that I have pursued writing as a means of expression, as a way of recalling and recapturing moments that otherwise would be lost in the incompetent hippocampal memory area of my brain. It's funny though because until recently, I thought that was the only real medium I used in order to do this but I have realised that I also use photography. I tend to work in contrasts, and so does my interest in photography act as a contrast to writing? Or is it perhaps a complement since after all, a picture supposedly tells a thousand words.

Relax

Days off come so rare nowadays it seems and despite Australia's reputation for being a rather relaxed country - our public holidays always have to take up the weekday after if they fall on a weekend, and with 4 weeks leave every year, we definitely have it lucky here. At the same time though, the first world problem of not having enough time to chill seems so prevalent in university. It's scary to even consider how I will feel during full-time work considering the pain of even making 11am PBL class at the moment.

Strong

So over the past few months, the same thought has gone through my mind numerous times. Society demands of us to be resilient, be act strong, to feign a smile and go through our daily tasks with no signs of weakness but the truth is that the bane of humanity is vulnerability, mortality and internal struggle - it is what makes us weak primitive creatures but also what makes us so beautifully strong.

19

For as long as I've known, I've always been decent at numbers. From an early age it seemed that I had a certain gift for basic arithmetic never having to really try in order to do decently in mathematics examinations but over time I had realised that high school mathematics involved more than simply basic numbers, it had evolved to complex operations and patterns that could only be solved with practice. That is the crux of something as fundamentally logical as mathematics - to entice the left hemisphere of our brains to take into consideration the marvellous subtleties of something like a number.

Replaces

The past few months have honestly been a journey experiencing the many dimensions of life itself. As I sit here on the banks of the Brisbane river starting into the skyline of the city, thousands of thoughts occur.

Restart

I apologise to my loyal readership of two google bots for my long absence. It has almost been an entire year since I last wrote in this blog and to be honest, I cannot justify for whatever reason why it has taken so long for me to restart this passion of mine. There have been so many attempts in the past - handwritten works, rambles on my phone, and ideas that felt so powerful but now have rotted away in time, no longer maintained by my short attention spain. After all this, I have finally realised it is time to stop worrying about editing, and forcing myself to write a specific topic or issue that I am passionate about. Or even worrying about being interesting (not saying I was ever anyway), but that this blog should really just be about writing whatever I want as it comes up. Why draft away then forget to edit it later? - the words lose their soul and meaning as time goes on. And so, henceforth posts will be as they are - rough drafts of rants and rambling thoughts of a person who loves to express the symbolisms of life that aren't even there.