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Thursday, 25 October 2012

Favourite Quotes

Just thought I might share these to help you get through the day. Enjoy!

"I dream, therefore I become." - Cheryl Grossman

"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give - which is everything." - Anon.

"Dreams have as much influence as actions." - Stephane Mallarme

"To die will be an awfully big adventure." - James Barrie

"Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves." - James Barrie.

"My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations." - Unknown.

"Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the souls of men." - Victor Hugo

"Acceptance. It is the true thing everyone longs for. The one thing everyone craves. To walk in a room and to be greeted by everyone with hugs and smiles. And in that small passing moment, you truly know you're loved, needed, and accepted." - Rena Harmon

"Space is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." - Douglas Noel Adams

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure." - Hellen Keller

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Take A Piece of Paper...

Do it. Go on. Go and fetch a piece of paper.

Now stamp on it. Tear it, crumple it, scribble all over it, call it the nastiest names and insults you can think of.

Now smooth out the paper. Try and rub out the pencil markings. Smooth out the corners and try to glue together the tears.

It's not the same as it once was. It still looks tattered and imperfect.

Now think about if that piece of paper was a person.

Bullying leaves scars.

Don't be the one to cause them.

Does Time Really Heal Everything?

The story behind today's cryptic title is taken from the dramatic musical 'Mack And Mabel', a story between an actress and her film director - they fall in love, he wants different things, blah blah blah...anyway, she ends up leaving him, heartbroken, and sings 'Time Heals Everything' in a vain attempt to tell herself that she will get over him eventually. However, by the time he decides that he does love her, she's died.

Not that this isn't a morbid post or anything, just felt that I haven't really posted on here for a while and since I was feeling pretty nostalgic today, figured I might as well get back to writing.

I wonder how many of you who are reading this post have lost contact with people, people who you called friends. I wonder whether you ever had an argument and just never really reconnected, or whether one day...they just stopped. Stopped texting, calling, tweeting, posting or messaging you on facebook. It's like they've vanished off the face of the earth, or - to bring a bit of magic into it - they're wearing an invisibility cloak, only for you. I wonder whether any of you ever wish you could have changed what you did, if only to have them back in your life. I wonder whether you miss them.

Because it happened to me. And to be totally honest, it hurts. I never knew what I did wrong, whether someone had told them a lie or spread a rumor about me saying something about them...but either way, it stopped. I'm not really sure what to do in these situations. I messaged her a couple of times, and eventually left it at "I don't know what I did wrong, or why you've stopped messaging me, but it's fine. I hope we're still friends." Personally, I'm not sure she's going to respond. I'm upset because I've known her for years - she's been there through several of my dramas, and vice versa, and now to get total radio silence from her is a little hurtful.

I'm going to use a little metaphor just to make some sort of sense, especially to myself. I imagine the whole scenario as the problem being a river. It's too deep to wade across, too powerful to swim across. Right now,  the only way seems to be to dig a tunnel underneath the river, with the full knowledge that at some point the river will break the tunnel and flood it.

I guess the whole point of this post was just to enquire whether there's anyone else out there who's been through this sort of stuff? And also to tell you that it's a hard process, one which you'll never fully understand and yet, one day, you'll come out through the other side, out of the tunnel under the river, look back, and think, 'Why didn't I just build a bridge?'

Let me know what you think!

Love,

ScotsGirl x