Remodel

Hi followers

Just a little update to let you know I’m switching to a new, more organised, more mature blog.

I’ve collected a nice following over the past couple of years but I’ve never stuck to a daily or weekly rule when it comes to uploading posts. So I’m going to take a couple of days to redesign and reorganised and hopefully my new space should be up and running by the weekend.

Thank you all for your support. Ill upload a link to the new spot as soon as its ready.

Forever, C x

Bound

Well I’ve been silent for a while, dealing with some scary new changes. But now that I’m settled again I should probably pay this blog a little bit more attention. 
The following is just a little bit of verbal diarrhoea I had after a bottle of wine and a film about Robots fighting monsters that look like Godzilla but aren’t? … It was lost on me, truly. Enjoy

There are two types of people in this world, those who follow and those who lead. Those that follow do so for one of three reasons. First, they do not hold the initiative to lead themselves. Second they do not have the nerve. Third, they do not get the opportunity. Ultimately they are stuck in limbo between reaching full potential and never experiencing the freedom of free thinking.

Hundreds of thousands of people go through life never having to think for themselves, cope for themselves, or stand by their own opinions. They hide behind the decisive and the strong and this only makes them weaker.

John Muir once said ‘The sun shines not on us, but in us’. Everyone has the power to manufacture their own happiness. Some choose to do this superficially; the conventions of a happy life, happy marriage, happy family are easy to abide by. However, this creates a problem. If you choose to abide by these conventions early on, your life becomes nothing but a currently unattainable goal. A twelve year old may choose to eventually live happily ever after but cannot marry freely until she is eighteen. An eight year old may choose to reach his physical limit but has not yet mastered the strength and mental capabilities to retain that motivation.

With unattainable targets comes immediate failure. After the first year and no notable achievement, that child becomes disheartened. They turn instead to the more achievable targets; they look for guidance when all has not gone to plan. This is when a child turns to friends, to family and ultimately to media in a desperate attempt to figure out what it is they possess within them that will enable them to belong. A young impressionable mind can convince itself that it wants to be something it is not. This is the point at which personal identity is thrown down and the mask of social convention in adopted.

This is more common in the lower classes. Those who cannot have what they want, search for something else. Those whose parents can afford ballet lessons, piano lessons, voice coaching, explore their potential with only mental (not physical) limits.

Two children are born with the gift of song. One born to a mother who has explored the same talent all her life and a famed composer father. This child shall know no boundaries in their efforts to succeed, shall study under the greatest composers money can buy, with the greatest understanding of the industry, learnt through generations of experience. Ultimately this child will turn away from their gift in some rebellious stage of anti-paternity, claiming that it was thrust upon them and unwillingly mastered. Their gift is wasted as they become another wearer of black, white and grey.

The second child is born to a family who lives comfortably but without luxury, the parting of family ties – its parents’ divorce – the addition of another mouth to feed throws them into financial difficulty. The child must give up classical training; turn to amateur methods of progression. The child has a greater understanding of the earth as a whole and its ideals are grounded and dependable, but the passion is fading. To perform well, one must practice. To practice, one must find the time to do so. This child too will join the inevitable crowd of black, white and grey, but without connection to the economy, they must work for their place in society. How can you sing when you must learn math, science and English to feed your family? The spark is still there, the dream is still present but the likelihood of inevitable failure keeps them grounded in the present.

Get a real job. Start a family. Learn about the world from novels and pictures, always second hand and never through your own eyes. How can you travel the world if you cannot afford a plane ticket? How can you extend your potential if you cannot first extend its limits?

A blind man cannot see, but his sense of smell, touch and his hearing is heightened. Talent is not bound by the same credentials. Cut of the driving force and you suffocate the passion. Without passion there is no potential. Without potential, there is not future.

The lower class – the poor – must always settle for second best. Become an author but only of a novel made famous by friends and family sharing the amazon link on Facebook. Perform Shakespeare, but only to the inhabitants of a village hall. Make the big screen, but as a support post, not the star.

Some might argue, how can a school be a school without its students, all lined up in their parallels waiting to become something in this world. But how can a school be a school without a headmaster. Who is to lead, to teach, to organise, to inspire the clones of each generation? It is the individual who broke the social norms of the generation before. So why can’t the peasant become the Duke and break through this social barrier into greater potential? Because population forbids it. “There are already too many leaders in the class above, return Sir to your post below”.

‘Everyone has the power to manufacture their own happiness’ Wrong. One individual’s happiness must always depend on another’s. Everyone searches for approval. From a child you are taught that if you do something well then you shall be rewarded. Therefore we are conditioned to expect a pat on the back after every independent decision. Media determines how we dress, how we perceive others. Politics dictates how we act, what we think and when we think it. Sexism defines how we behave. And so it always will do.

Forever, C x