Inspiration. Motivation. Mobilisation.
You’re living in a world without limits. Technology is surging on, new jobs are being created and people are seemingly constantly changing life as we know it. Bill Gates dropped out of college, not taking his studies seriously, yet even he went on to become a multi-billionaire creating software used the planet-over.
So what’s stopping you?
Everywhere you look today, be it in the media, education, advertising, you’re told that any one of us can make a difference, go on to make our riches and be remembered and known by all. Well that’s true. But it irritates me.
Today you’re told by so many that with just some hard work and ingenuity you can be ‘great’, to the extent that should you fail this you feel as though you have wasted your entire life and haven’t managed to succeed. Countless people lie on their deathbeds regretting the lives they’ve lived, how they never had the money to travel the world, or didn’t have the time to train enough to make their name in their youthful sport. But the hard fact of the matter is that not everyone can make a difference.
It sounds pessimistic, right? Bear with me. Continue reading
Who stepped on the bookworm?
You ask someone today if they’ve heard of The Picture of Dorian Gray, and they say yes, they have. It was that film with Ben Barnes wasn’t it? *Pause for a defeated shake of the head* With the film and television industry quickly reaching its apparent limits in imagination and originality, the world of classic literature is ever increasingly being consumed in theatrical depiction. Gone is the world when no two people could replicate their exact imaginings of a character drawn from a book. There is now an image for everything. The movies do your thinking for you. I must say this saddens me greatly, I feel as though I have missed out on hundreds of intriguing and all-time-consuming-stay-up-past-midnight reads, with the plots of all the famous classics spoiled though the idle viewing of films. Take my example from above, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. It is likely my favourite piece of literature, with beautifully used language and an intense plot which builds throughout creating tension and an apprehension of what will come to past. At least, it should have done. Now as I said, this is one of my all-time favourites. Yet, I feel as though I would have appreciated it on an entirely new level had my cousins not lent me the DVD version a couple of years prior to my reading. The plot was nothing new, the twists already known, and ultimately all I had to really enjoy was Continue reading
Since joining university I have to say I’m somewhat disappointed. No, that doesn’t sound right. University has been amazing, I’ve begun new experiences, partied nights away and met people from all around the world. And yet, I feel as though I should be enjoying every single minute of it. I’m paying enough, right?
But that’s not the point. You can’t force happiness, it’s something that comes naturally. The more you try and search for it the less real it will be. Take for example my New Year’s Eve. The whole night was set, the best house was chosen and my friends and I came en mass to celebrate the chiming of the annual clock. The alcohol was there, the good company too, and yet something didn’t quite click for me. Yes we went through the motions, drinking games, music, singing, dancing, but it just wasn’t the same as the excitement of last year. This was supposed to be the biggest, wildest party time of the year, but I saw through the countdown quite sober and seated. For a time I felt aggravated that I’d wasted such a night, with tales of debauchery and wild acts flowing in from my other friends. Perhaps I had. But this is my point, it’s almost as though you’re expected to have fun. You have to drink copious amounts of alcohol, go wild and do things you’ll come to regret in the morning. Anything less and your night was ‘tame’ and you didn’t have enough fun as you could have. But this isn’t how it should be. Indeed, upon comparing our nights a week after at University, I discovered much to my surprise one friend hadn’t drunk at all. The news shocked me, she’s likely the wildest of us all for a night out, especially at home with her friends, and yet she told me she’d just had a quiet night in with her friends, ordering takeaway, reminiscing and generally enjoying each other’s company. One thing she said though really stuck with me. She hadn’t ‘expected’ anything. Continue reading