A Call for Simpler Times

To quote Snow Patrol "If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world."

It seems that the more days that pass, the busier the weekends are, and the more complex and interwoven our lives become! More and more, I feel the need to just lie and do nothing. I see my 'lovely other dinosaur' on the weekends only, due to distance, sometimes only every 2 weeks... and when we are together there never seems to be any time to just do nothing, or go for a picnic just because it's saturday and there's no where else we need to be! (I love picnics! :) )

Not sure if it's because I am, finally, 21 (yesterday) or if I'm just going through a period of epiphanies... but I have made a conscious decision to cut out the excess in my life, in an attempt to simplify, slow down, and really enjoy what's happening around me! Time to delete the friends that take take take and don't give anything back... the fakeness in attempts to keep everyone happy...
Time to grow the balls to be able to call people out when they're NOT being lovely at all!

Most importantly, it's time to forget about everyone else and learn to focus on myself. In my dreams, when I'm who, what, where I want to be and wearing the things I want to, instead of feel compelled to, I will attract the kind of people I still people inherently are.

Not to take anything away from my special friends I already have, they're truely amazing, inspiring, THERE!

Hoping to make sense out of what's going on...
Dreaming of LOVELY daisy fields,
R
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Browsing through the loveliness,

Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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What to do...Where to go...

So you turn 18, finish school, and you have to choose a path. Gap year? Study?

If you study, what course do you take? BA? BBA? BCom? and after one year, you must choose majors. English? Communications? Psychology? History?

Then, once that's done, you must choose another path.

Find an internship? Find a job? What job do you want? Do you even know what you want to do? Did you ever know what you wanted to do? [Other than when you were 5 of course]

Do you go overseas? Where do you go? How long do you go for? What do you do when you get there?

Do you stay here and get a job and earn money before you get your travel boots on?

You need a CV. What do you put on? Which jobs are the ones they need to know about?

Does the high school part time shop assistant job count for anything?

Then I get told not to worry... these are regular feelings for a 20something year old...... Am I being silly? Do regular people not worry about these things? Am I completely confused? Over reacting?Under reacting? Overwhelmed?[that's last one's a given!]

It seems like I'm in such a rush for independence but I don't feel right living off my parents... so the 21 year old must make some decisions....

Hoping a path will find me,

Wishing to be a gypsey,

Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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a year has gone...

About a year ago my parents and little sister imigrated from South Africa to Australia.

Doesn't sound like too big a deal...

But when you've lived at home your whole life and are used to having your family around all the time, it is.

It was all an idea, nothing 100%, until all of a sudden...
Everything got packed up [not everything, but the things that make a house a home... pictures, funny memorabilia, general things you're used to having around] and they were gone.

I guess we were lucky to be left with the house and similar set up, so it didn't seem like it'd be too big a change... but everything changed. Even the smell of the house.

At first it was hard... cried a lot. Hated the change. Regretted not going with.

But slowly, as I saw how strong my foundation was back here. The friends were there, they were strong, and as much as I felt that I was leaning on them, they told me I wasn't... it helped...

It's probably been the best [I've had to grow up] and the worst [I'm scared my little sis has changed beyond recognition] thing for me... for us.

After a year of not seeing my Pops, he came home [for a week] and it was amazing and a little wierd at the same time. You get used to doing whatever, you know?

And now, after exactly a year of not seeing my Mamma and little sister, they're coming home.

I'm so excited that I don't know what to do with my self. Yet so scared. I'm either gonna hold up and be extatic or melt down completely... a little puddle of R on the airport floor...

Hoping the sleeps go quickly,

Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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Fitness Shmitness

Decided to enter a triathlon after doing absolutely NO exercise for, oh, say a year.

But it's good for my body, and mind to get some oxygen and blood pumping around my body [low blood pressure, poor colonic function, tsk tsk] but seriously... people do this for fun??????

Setting off is ok, got the music going and nostalgic wind in my face... until it starts to burn.

Now, when I say it burns, I mean IT BURNS. In my legs, in my chest, down my throat...

and if I slow down to a brisk walk then it turns into a cramp.

So then I think, after a mere km, that maybe I should give the bicycle a go.

Forgetting, of course, that it's been about 4 years since I rode a bike properly... if not longer.

But on I hopped, and off I went... feet on the peddals, feet off the peddals, feet on, feet off.

Wobble, wobble, peddal peddal peddal, fiddle with the gears, nearly fall. Fiddle with the gears some more [I can't figure them out] up the road, down the road, up the drive way, bike down.

COLLAPSE on my bedroom floor..............................................

Feel like I'm going to vomit, but I don't want to admit that everyone was right about me not being able to do this, so I close the door and die quietly.

Not sure how long it's going to take for me to be able to run a km with out dying.

Not sure if I'm going to be able to get through the triathlon without dying, or if I'll be able to stick out the training long enough to get there.

But I shall persevere.

Hoping to survive the road,

Wishing I was dreaming in daisy fields...

R

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one of my all time favourite poems... kudos Lord Byron

The Tear by Lord Byron

When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:

Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:

Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear:

The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;

The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.

Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:

Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.

Good Point...

A friend sent this to me... and I CAN'T stop thinking about it.
Thought I'd share.

"You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is the beginning of the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

Adrian Rogers, 1931

Hoping to provoke something...
Dreaming of Daisy Fields,

R
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