The mainstream media are superbly good at kicking people when they are down. This is apparent on a daily basis when magazines and magazines of cruel comments and vicious rumours line the shelves and television hosts slur snide, harsh remarks only to humour their audiences.
The “Amy” documentary depicting the life and death of the late Amy Winehouse left a sour taste in my mouth as the role the media played in her downfall played through my mind. The documentary emphasised the toxic effect that fame can have on a person. Continue reading Rehab. (The Media’s Part in the Decline of Amy Winehouse)
It’s been a while. I’m having this problem with my dedication and motivation. I discussed it within my last post but it still seems that it’s as ripe as ever.
I took my AS mock exams a few weeks ago in preparation for my exams come May (not long, now) and I’ve been very busy learning the ins and outs of photography and trying to master the skill to add to my creative portfolio. I also got a job. It’s about time. In regards to this blog, I’ve had little time to spend on it, it seems.
I’ve tried not to get out of the habit of writing but I lost my favourite writing journal so I’ve fallen victim to the analytical essays and comparisons of my classes rather than investing my time and emotions into something raw and worthy. Here’s to hoping that that will change in the coming days, weeks and months. Continue reading So, what’s going on?
My attention span is honestly horrendous.
I’ve spoken briefly about issues regarding this before, but I think it’s something I really need to begin to address more frequently. I honestly have a horrendous attention span.
I am the sort of person who will put all of their energy into something all at once and then burn out quickly. I struggle to balance projects evenly and often leave things neglected and without nurture; quite like this blog. Continue reading note to self: pay attention
I think I’m learning more about myself. I’m learning how to navigate the mind map which has baffled me for the last sixteen years and although I’m nowhere near taking the shortcuts and venturing down the back alleys, I’m beginning to trust these main roads.
Sometimes I get so lost in my own thoughts that I confuse what’s in my mind with reality. A ten minute bus journey is all it takes for something to trigger a particular thought pattern and an entire series of events that are severely unlikely to happen will unfold within the depth of my mind. What is this? My imagination? Because I was taught that your imagination would help you design that story that your English teacher loves, but what I’m talking about just can’t be forced. Continue reading Something that can only be described
Back when I still blogged on my first blog, I tried to blog using a schedule. I found that it had it’s pros but, with anything, also had it’s cons. You see, for as long as I can remember, in all walks of life, my biggest struggle has been staying motivated. When I start a new project, or re-involve myself with a past project, the flame is very much alive and I am dedicated – almost entirely to the point that it dictates my life – for days, weeks and sometimes months. But when that flame burns out, I’ve always struggled in relighting it.
If you’ve followed my blog for a while then you might have seen evidence of this. As many of you may know, I am currently a student but I also run a freelance graphic design, art and photography business. In managing my time, I can sometimes go weeks without posting on this blog, because I’m too involved in my freelance work or my studies, and the same goes for sometimes I’ll post here each day, but other elements of the equation therefore are let down. Continue reading Twenty Sixteen
How is it that 365 days can feel like much longer, yet also much shorter, than 365 days? How is it that mid-June could have easily been three years ago but early January is as vivid as yesterday? How is it that so much time could have passed and so many things could have happened without you really realising it at all?
I’ve sat down and tried to write this post on a number of occasions already but now that Christmas festivities are passing and the New Year is looming, I feel as if this is the opportune time to reflect on what has been 2015.
This past year has bought with it so many strong emotions that it could easily be considered both the best and worst year of my life, if that’s at all possible.
I’ve spent the last few days looking through pictures and videos of 2015. I’ve met some really wonderful people this year and had to let go of some too – but I’m not sure if the latter is a negative at all. I think, for me, 2015 will always be the year that has tested my friendships and relationships: either straining them, breaking them, strengthening them or making them. Continue reading new year – 3
Too many people allow their thoughts to be constructed from sharp objects; knives and swords. Too many people have lungs corrupted by hatred. Too many people spend their time existing rather than living.
Our problem is that we aren’t grateful for what we have: half the world are left starving whilst the other half are trying to lose weight. Our thoughts race at three am, when we ought to be wrapped up in our sheets rather than the words that never left us. Continue reading Burn out.