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in the past - handwritten works, rambles on my phone, and ideas that felt so powerful but now have rotted away in time, no longer maintained by my short attention spain.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.

Privileged

It’s hard to recognise our privilege because we always take so many things for granted. Simply being able to read this post, while sitting in a first-world country, is by far the greatest privilege that we all have. Beyond this ignorance of living in the developed world there are so many smaller privileges that aren’t as obviously recognised and recently a wise random made me realise some I had.

Friendship Part 3 – Sentimentalism

The logic goes that as most of us, to some extent like ourselves, we tend to find our own traits desirable in others and so it is no surprise that we would seek such in our friendships . From experience though, the opposite can also hold true - someone too similar can be a cause for rivalry and hatred. In any case, sentimentalism is one of those values that I hold dear. I treasure most insignificant events as memories and hold on to them, maintaining my very own “boxes of memories” – scraps and bits from many events, scraps even as useless as old receipts or transport tickets.

Get Lucky

So if there's one phrase uttered more than any other between the messes and ramblings of stressed university students during this period of reflection, it would have to be "good luck". Good luck remembering the dribble you somehow learnt thirteen weeks ago. Good luck proving to the university that you know things even if you can't prove yourself with an open book in front of your eyes. Good luck to all those who are in the progress of questioning life itself, when existence seems like 300 pages of readings that were expected weeks ago.