Midnight Encounters

It’s 1am in the middle of the night as I slowly slip into my next REM cycle. I reach my hand up to scratch my chin, unaware of my surroundings, still deep in my sleep. Suddenly I grab a hold of something that felt of fur and 6 legged, it jumps out of my grasp and back into the abyss which is my blanket. Mind you at that moment I was still asleep and it took me a good few minutes for a signal to reach my brain and calmly say hey, did you just grab onto what’s most likely a huge freaking spider?! Eyes wide open, the heart springs to action like a mime who suddenly finds a mouse in his pants. The next thing you know, I’m off the bed, pajamas off and half naked running into the darkness.

It’s not my proudest moment.

I slowly gather the courage to creep back to my bed to investigate, carefully prodding the sheets for any signs of hairy 6 legged life only to find that I’ve been fooled. A cockroach sits on my pillow, greeting me with a smile. A smile that’s quickly turned to dust as i capture it and unleash my ungodly rage in a moment of what can only be explained as pure hatred for all things crawling.

I take a nice long sip of cold water, head back to bed, and with my teddy firmly in my grasp i close my eyes and let the adventure begin once more.

 

Thanks for reading!

Nighttyy night now ZZZzzz…

An Unexpected Journey

Imagine.

It’s 6:00 am on a cool Tuesday morning. It’s quite in a peaceful way and the air is crisp, waving before your eyes as you stagger it with your slow breath. Your toes tip as you make your way around the home careful not to wake the others, more importantly the alarm; the baby niece. There’s a familiar chill that runs down your spine as you step outside to the deck. The sun springing to life in the horizon sits ever so still through the mist that is suspended in time, an aura from the earth to you speaking the words good morning.

You huddle closer to the others on the platform. It’s already quarter past 7. Being so few in numbers, those you do encounter greet you with an amiable nod as if to wish you a good day. The train arrives right on time, unlike yesterday. You stand expectantly as it comes to a standstill and doors open directly in front of you. You board, with a subtle leap in your step, bouncing up the stairs, eager to begin your journey in your favorite seat – the two-seater four rows down on the right.

Reclining into your seat, adjusting for comfort, your open plan office is ready to go. The doors close and you take off leaving home behind. Several minutes have now passed and you take a moment to look outside your window only to see the sun has not yet fully risen above the forest tops. You see stretches of tall grass bewildered by it’s untouched nature and frosty tips, and beyond that, national parks and mountain ranges. And then you see adjacent to you the most exotic chequered suit. Who knew they could be pulled off so well?

7:36 am and you’re just over halfway. You’ve been sitting for a while now; the scenery has been replaced by aged buildings and the humming of city folk.  With each stop, more and more people board. The further you go, you notice each stop brings aboard more passengers with indignant expressions.

7:56 am and you’ve become engrossed in a page-turning fantasy, even though you promised yourself to get some extra work done. How did it even find its way back into your bag? A few more pages shouldn’t hurt. Your heart beats faster as the story’s climax approaches, only to suddenly jump as the train once again comes to a stop. This time, you have company. A passenger places themselves down next to you. That’s okay. You still have plenty of space, somewhat. They seem exhausted. This observation prevents you from being surprised when, just a few minutes later, they’ve fallen asleep next to you. No matter, I’m sure they’ve had a big week so far. You lose the battle to continue working and resume your thrilling engrossment.

Soon your quiet carriage isn’t so silent. A bellow is coming from the passenger next to you. Yep, they must be really tired. Their snores fill the carriage. No matter, you’ve come prepared and promptly place your headphones on and proceed to meditate, listening to today’s latest track.

8.26 am and you’re feeling incredibly relaxed. You’ve spent 90 minutes catching up on work, appreciating phenomenal inland views, watching the sun rise over the harbour as you cross the bridge, getting caught up in an author’s fantasy thriller and relaxing to your favourite music while your body wakes itself up for the day.

You’ve already done a lot with your day, so you’re feeling somewhat satisfied. You disembark from the train, leave the platform and enter the bustling city. And while your sleepy travelling companion begrudgingly follows, you’re content in knowing you’ll be doing it all again tomorrow. You’ve travelled 90 minutes to a job you enjoy, and breathe easy on the fact you’ll be travelling 90 minutes at the end of the day back to a home you love, but this time to the warmth of the settling sun.

What a daft thing to do indeed.

 

Thanks for reading!

Nighttyy night ZZZzzz…

The Draft

If you’re anything like me, you have more drafts waiting to be posted than actual posts that have been posted. Just think about that for a moment.

Does this happen to all of us? that I am not sure of. What is it that makes me hold back from posting a draft I’d made months ago? It’s a question i ask myself on a daily basis.

It’s just not ready I convince myself. There is always more to add, more too improve on! Whether it is a sentence made better by looking over it (for the tenth time), or a paragraph which should be removed because it was fuelled by emotions made too long ago, this is a constant battle between two minds. The Creative. The Logical.

As someone who has grown up in a an environment that seems to promote logical sense, it tends to suppress the creativity inside of me. I want to say yes when someone asks whether I am of creative or logical nature because it is just cruel to say that you are one or the other. We are all capable of becoming both and it is with that which makes us unique.

I feel that this is not just something that I struggle with on a daily basis so I challenge you to change your views on creativity. For the most of us, the realm of creativity is seen in the form of an artist or musician but that is far from the truth. We are all artists and musicians, we create sound with every movement, we express our own art in many forms. All we need to do is to answer with a yes.

So with that, are you creative by nature?

Home Sweet Home

I always say that wherever life takes me in this world, that Sydney will always be my home sweet home.

But imagine a time into the future where humans travel the known galaxy. Creating new homes on familiar exoplanets and travelling through the gleaming stars of distant solar systems.

There will come a time when planet Earth herself will be a place we all call home.

Natural Explorers

We are all natural explorers. Inside every one of us is the craving to travel and find somewhere new.

I used to think that living in this time and age, that the time for adventure and exploration was over. That there is no other place that hasnt already been explored. Oh boy was i wrong.

The longer I spend time on this Earth, the more I realise how small I really am. There are indeed a vast and endless array of adventures to be found all around us, we just need to open our minds and look.

Down and Up

There are times where life feels as if the moment is perfect and that everything is going well, may it be your career, relationships, studies, health or a combination of them all. But then there are those moments where things just dont go right, and it all just tumbles down on you. Like a row of dominos falling one another it feels as if it’s so hard to ever get back up.

And although these times can make you feel as if you’re on top of the world or in hindsight at your worst, it’s something we all go through, the ups and downs of life itself. Without them, we wouldn’t be human.

But for the many of us, it’s the chase to constantly find those peaks where we will find ourselves most lost. This is multiplied when we’re down, the peak seems so far away that it’s almost impossible to reach.

But what if we looked at this from another angle? If only instead of chasing the peak (or better yet, while finding the peak) that we think is the highest point in our lives, we sought to appreciate what we do have at this moment we would be far more better off and grateful. We will always have something good in our lives to lean on when we’re down and something to fall back against when we’re at our peaks.

This way, we always win and never lose 🙂

Following The Compass

We tend to plan things ahead and look into the reaches of the possibilities that lay ahead of us. But how we get there is another question of its own. Sometimes we choose to follow decisions which are based on practicality, because it tells us the logical path to where we want to be. Maybe it’s the decision to choose that subject in high school or to take that stable job because it’s the safe step towards your dream one. But i challenge you to do something, something that i am starting to do myself;

Leave your map behind and follow your compass.

A map is great if you want to go where people have been before. A compass, even though uncertain and unpredictable, will cause you to pave new paths, and lead you to unexpected and amazing places. Ultimately, you will find yourself in the mistakes you make and the shortcuts you design. So leave your map behind and let your compass lead the way.

Choose LOVE

Few things in this world can inspire the spirit inside of you more than what I will show you here. From the comedian himself, Jim Carey made an incredible speech that shook the hearts of people all around the world including myself, and what a better way to do it than with some comedy. They say that your ability to make somebody laugh and smile can make them fall head over heels for you without them even knowing it. I think in a similar sort of manner, we all look up to him as he himself has has made us unconditionally love him.

If you haven’t already, I must implore you to do so. There’s just so much he says that just sticks with you and as someone who also will be graduating soon, I take in his advice knowing that he’s been where I am, and that where he is now is a reflection of what he’s achieved in life.

 

 

Firsts

The first word. The first sentence. The first paragraph.

These will never become any easier and if you ask me, it’s not easy now. I don’t consider myself a writer, at least not well enough to express myself creatively, as much as I do wish to. It’s one of the main reasons for starting this blog actually. There isn’t much I don’t challenge myself to do in this short lifetime I have been given, most of which are the life skills that will always stay with me wherever I go. Writing is one of them.

Growing up, reading and writing was never cool. You were a nerd if you read too much, an outcast if you enjoyed anything from novels to poems and art. It’s one of my biggest regrets now that I look back, and i’m not usually one to regret anything in life. I remember how back in much younger years I used to really enjoy poems, especially those of which that rhymed. Why did we ever stop reading and writing them? Or was I just blinded by societies grasp to follow what was cool at the time? I guess it doesn’t matter any more as time goes by, all that really matters is that to this day I still enjoy them with my Green Eggs and Ham.

For now I place down a marker, something to remind me that this is where I began, that this is the place of origin, my first post. So here’s to many more and hopefully, one day ill be a great writer of my own.

See you on the other side, my friends.