I’ve been lucky to witness a new beginning for a loved one. I am starting to internalise the complexities of feelings one goes through when moving out of your mother’s home for good, buying a new house that is yours to keep forever and truly stepping out of your comfort zone that was your childhood home for so long.
Change is daunting. Humans by nature tend to be somewhat averse to the concept. Heck, even when it’s for the better such as moving to a bigger and better home – it’ll cause you some anxiety. Be it the new job which comes with a better pay and sure – more responsibilities. You will feel yourself pulling back and hesitating just a little bit. You may shiver from the unexpected drop in temperature as you step out of your comfort zone.
A Dichotomy is when you find yourself staring at is the battle between two belief systems that usually work great in unison. The mature settler and the immature dreamer. We need the first to progress in life but the latter makes sure we enjoy it. The first is about a concrete destination while the 2nd pronounces the journey and hopes for an epic end – an end that may not come to realisation. Yes, we need both, but there are times when life makes you choose. Who do you choose?
Parsons green inspired me to write about something I love talking about – politics. Just not on this blog. This blog is about something different entirely, more about life than the factors that govern it. I like the simplicity of it and I strongly compartmentalize when it comes to making these necessary distinctions to keep my posts about what they are. I am not interested in treading those muddy waters here. No discussion of policy, our state leaders or foreign affairs – just an observation.
Hypocrisy is the espousing of ideas or a fully-fledged ideology or moral framework. Judging others using a brush dipped in it only to find it has not been implemented by the ‘visionary’ in question.
You can’t choose family; you are stuck with the one you were born with but you choose friends. I for sure was a kid who would have loved to disown one of my strange uncles but blood runs thick. This is however not the case when it comes to your social network. It is an interesting dynamic; as a kid you socialise mainly with your cousins but this changes as you grow older. With age, you have a say as to who is welcome in your life and who isn’t; these decisions shape you. It’s a control that you have over your own life that you should exercise. These people can make or break you.
A mindset is what I see as metaphorical-philosophical glasses. That is what it is, I refuse to change the name into something that I can actually say out loud; mindset glasses. You may wear a different pair each day. One drastically different to the one you wear on a Friday night to the one you wear on a Monday morning. They paint your day, your week, and/or your years to come.
Attaching meaning to pointless crap is a habit. When your phone alerts you that your storage is full. So you manually look through your apps, pics and vids to find stuff that is ultimately unnecessary. I keep my phone tight as these alerts are devastating. It’s a huge drag to stop, take the time, analyse and make decisions you’d rather not. Say every few months to take a retrospective peek and find thousands of files you have to look through. So quite literally every week during my commute to or back from work, I scroll through all my garbage and do one thing; de-clutter, move those worth something onto my external hard drive and have my phone nice and clean.
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The death of curiosity has become more of a thing as of recently. Since working as a copywriter my general wonderments about the world around me, particularly technologically based ones have died. Like die died. I am having to grasp what complicated electronic components do. The sheer mass of it all has me putting on the breaks when a question arises.
You know when you are watching a really boring documentary because the remote is too far away? So you start to wonder random things like ‘how does a tv actually work?’ Like seriously, how do you do that? You don’t quite care enough to google it because you’ll know it’ll ramble on about physics but you still wonder. I now want to shoot myself in the head before a curiosity arises because I’ve had to study explanations of questions I never asked. Death of curiosity indeed.