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Do we learn nothing from history (or choose to ignore it)?
In the world which we live is there a set level of maturity that we should meet?
If we look carefully enough at what is happening around us I don’t believe there is. For example, is it mature to believe violence is necessary to solve conflicts?
No!
But that didn’t stop another war, did it?
How many more people, especially civilians must die before we realize that the waste and destruction wars cause is caused by stupidity. How many more families must be torn apart for the sake of vengeance?
Do we learn nothing from history (or choose to ignore it)?
WWI. WWII. Korea. Vietnam. These are just some past wars. What then are Anzac and Remembrance Days for?
Are we so caught up in revenge-seeking that we don’t care about the ultimate price: human life, we are all just people. We are all made of the same anatomy.
Have a little faith
[water rats - ep 53]
Guess my life's gotta be something
Only live once don't let me be nothing
Seems to me there must be one thing
I got so much to give
Answers come from asking a question
From the heart and not from stressin'
Don't lose sight of what you came from
Don't let me forget myself
Have a little faith
In what you believe in
When things get tough
Don't think about leaving
Gotta be strong
Alone and together
Have a little faith
That love is FOREVER
Not all bad and baby that's something
Touch your heart it's better than nothing
You know me I'll be your resistance
Treat me bad I'll keep my distance
Rile me up you'll get a reaction
Sit me down you'll get satisfaction
I'm just one big contradiction
It's my affliction
Have a little faith
In what you believe in
When things get tough
Don't think about leaving
Gotta be strong
Alone and together
Have a little faith
That love is Forever
Road Not Taken
At the start of year 11 a choice had to be made. To ‘grow-up’ and leave childish ways behind and to fully apply self to studies, or, on the lighter side, to continue to not do one’s very best and to ‘muck-around’, ‘goof-off’ and ‘sky lark’. No prize for guessing the path chosen, or is there?
Traces of both shine through, but in a way it depends on how well you know my person as to which is the real path chosen.
Even though current marks do indicate the path chosen was to improve studies, participation in class discussions and activities has improved. The problem is being too outspoken at times and having specific ideas that are often not mainstream, so people misunderstand what is being put across.
Do I come across as very childish? This is because I refuse to make or take life too seriously, after all laughter and jokes rule. But be that as it may, even I have limits. There are some things I loathe; violence, war and extreme hatred are some. There are others I won’t mention currently.
I turn everything into a joke, to make it easier to bare. The harder life around me becomes the more jokes that roll. I dread what will occur when that fails, which has only been once. Currently everything is reasonably okay; I feel stronger and have started to again focus on the positive side of society and humanity instead of the other, darker, ‘flip-side’.
I spend alot of my "free time" on Pure Felinity
The Last Day at S.H.S
As I searched for creative inspiration this morning my eyes saw the familiar site of a ‘No Parking’ sign.
Why is this inspiration you ask, because it was beside the canteen to my high school canteen and reminded me of ‘Enter without so much as knocking’ by Bruce Dawe.
As the piece of literacy flooded my mind I compared it to the busyness and craziness I had been a part of the previous day. Car horns beeping, signs telling me what I should say, eat, drink, go on holiday- ENOUGH!
It was madness, for me personally shopping can be a nightmare. Screaming music, clothes jumping out at me, pushy people (all wanting everything yesterday) the complete opposite of an exam room. And yet I can’t handle that either. In either situation if I am stuck for over a period of two hours I panic internally. I have to escape, especially in an exam I know that I can’t yell because it will disrupt my class mates; the irony is that many of them do not show the same consideration to the rest of us.
Sometimes in exams it is like the walls are closing in and everyone is staring at me, even though I know they aren’t (if that makes sense) the closest thing I can think of to describe it is paranoia.
I don’t think im paranoid, a little delusional maybe, but is there really anything wrong with that? I would love to have been a police officer in the 70’s and 80’s. It was a simpler time with more love, great music and less materialism.
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