via Daily Prompt: Sunny
I know this title is kind of cliche considering the word prompt is sunny but rainy kind of describes how my summer is going.
Living in Ireland you really can’t expect Mediterranean weather or any kind of heat to be honest but we are quite content with out 15 degrees and the meek sun that peaks through the heavy clouds satisfies us as a good summer.
Unfortunately my summer began a month ago and I have had 4 days of sun so far. There have been a few days of grey cloudiness but only 4 days that I would truly count as summer weather.
The summer has not had a good start but as a good Irish person I will ignore the weather and get on with it. Wish me luck!
via Daily Prompt: Pursue https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pursue/
When Robert Frost said “two roads diverged and I took the one less traveled” as a student I would like to think that he was referring to his decision to become a poet. Poetry tends to be an unpredictable and difficult career to succeed in.
How do you know when to pursue a dream? When do you know to stop and let reality in? Is there ever a point where you should do this?
via Daily Prompt: Temporary
Temporary. Everything is temporary. When you see a tree blowing softly in the summer breeze outside your window today just think, one day that will be gone. One day that tree will be ground to mulch or destroyed to feed our insatiable hunger for paper. It will be replaced by something else. Maybe a new healthier tree that has no idea the fate it is doomed to or maybe a clump of weeds.
When the tree is replaced by weeds you know it’s bad. The weeds represent the end of an era. The end of the tree as they prevent it from growing back. They take up valuable water and sunlight and will continue to spread rapidly and vastly until one day you look outside that same window and it is no longer a gentle tree blowing in the breeze but a thorny, unwelcoming and never ending forest of unwanted vegetation.
This is like us, some of us are replaced by our children, younger and healthier versions of ourselves. In other aspects of life like politics, the weeds are advancing, slowly emerging their ugly heads out of the ground. Macron showed us in the French election that their is still a chance to prune the garden but some weeds (Trump) are getting angry. Let’s not allowe weeds in our garden!
via Daily Prompt: Gray
I don’t know about you but when I see Gray all I can think of is the world famous series, Fifty Shades of Grey. I am not about to start writing all about how I loved this series, in all honesty I have never watched the movies or read the books but I have heard enough about it that I feel I have!
This series is the ultimate fantasy vs reality. Something that many people would shrink from the idea of is glorified in a movie and suddenly becomes a regular topic of conversation in every coffee shop and work place in the country. It took the world by storm, for some reason. What is so great about this fantasy? The shy girl seduced by the rich, sexy man is a classic but that’s not what happened. The shy girl that obviously has self esteem issues is seduced by the psychopathic, OCD millionaire that tries to pressure her into things she doesn’t want to do.
By glorifying these sort of books are we creating an alternate universe for our darkest thoughts and deepest secrets or are we creating a species of males that now think by stalking and objectifying lonely women with low self esteem that they can force them to do things that they are not comfortable with. This is the fantasy vs reality question. When do we have to put our foot down? When does it need to stay in the books and films? When does it need to stay an unobtainable fantasy?
via Daily Prompt: Zip
Zip zip zip. Time zips by, zip zip zip. I know many people might think I am too young to comment on the passing of time since I hope that I have plenty of time left. It has just begun to occur to me how fleeting it is.
Only yesterday I was sitting by by mother’s side whilst she held my new baby sister, then starting my first day of school, then along came my cousins one by one each a welcome addition to my small family. My brother came last and if I close my eyes I can still feel his little hands closing around my thumb as I had my first anxious meeting with him. He was so small and wrinkled, my young mind couldn’t comprehend how this little ball of skin could even be a real person, he was so small. 8 years later he is very much a person. Evolved from his chubby beginning to become a star athlete and overall amazing guy but how did my little baby become a boy. How did my little sister and I so quickly grow out of our princess dresses and into the slinky party dresses that we now went out in.
With the thought of college looming over me I can’t help but wonder will I wake up one day and find that I have blinked and my whole life is over. The thought of waking up old and tired scares me. I am in the prime of my youth with a world of possibilities, what if I make the wrong one? As Robert Frost said “two roads diverged in a wood and I took the one less traveled”, did it really make all the difference?
Your thoughts? Does life end as quickly as it has started. Is birth the beginning of life or the beginning of death?
via Daily Prompt: Nervous https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/03/08/nervous/
As a child I was nervous about things like what would my barbie wear into school? How did i do on my spelling test? My worries haven’t evolved much despite ten years of experiences, new friends and even new family. Now that spelling test is my leaving cert. It’s just another test. Another exam that will unnecessarily determine the rest of my life. One set of exams and if I fail, what happens? The answer is I repeat them until I do well.
That’s how much we rely on exams. Without taking into account that some peoples minds don’t work like that. One person might love learning off and repeating paragraphs of work where as their neighbor loves to paint and express themselves through art. Neither is right. Only one will succeed in our school system. Only one is given the opportunity to win. To get the best results.
How is it fair that we put these children through such pain because their brains don’t work in the same way that everyone else’s does. In an ideal world when they give us that test at the start of the year to find out how we study, you know the one with useless questions like which is your favorite subject? and do you remember something if it is written or if you hear it? These questions are asked and then discarded. A student may be able to set their individual study in a way that they can learn easily but this is at a great extra cost. Every note given to you by a teacher must be converted to your own way of understanding. As your notes increase so does your workload, by a million.
These children that do’t understand or work in the certain way that our limiting school system wants them to are branded as dumb and stupid. This label sticks, they may have been an amazing surgeon but we will never know because they found history too hard and failed it, not getting enough points for medicine.
Don’t let people choose and endless stream of nervousness instead of finding a way to help them. When schools do that test, take action.
via Daily Prompt: Swarm
Swarm. The world regards being swarmed negatively. It is to move about, along, forth, etc., in great numbers, as things or persons. As you can see i needed a dictionary to find this out. I needed a laptop to tell you this. I need my phone to talk to my friends and an Ipod to keep me entertained.
When I was younger I didn’t need this. We were all so easily entertained. I am not claiming to be part of a generation when technology was non-existent. I am claiming to be from a generation obsessed with technology. Yet there still managed to be a time when i was content making mud pies in the garden. Filling the glass jar with mud, grass and rocks kept me and my siblings amused for hours on end. Breaks from this were taken sparsely only for necessities like bathroom breaks and the occasional food break. I can say with absolute certainty that you can not catch any of us making mud pies any more.
Is it that we got older and grew out of these childish games or have we become out of touch with nature and our adventurous side. Mud pies may not seem like an adventure but when you dig your small hands into the damp soil without hesitation, grappling at the earth to find the right ingredients for your wonderful creation it can be quite the exploit for a young child. Although my family have managed to keep us in touch with nature through hikes and holidays spent kayaking and skiing. This is more for their love of sport and an adrenaline rush than the adoration of the natural world.
My brother, sister and I no longer spend long afternoons in the garden dreading the moment that my mum would call us back in. Instead we sit at our desks, in front of our screens, hunched over our books. We have stopped running through life, leaping from day to day. We now click and like our way through the weeks and days. Counting days by how close they are to our exams and school is an endless struggle of tests and essays.
Have we become part of the swarm? Have we forgotten what is important, running free and enjoying life, to condemn ourselves to a life chained to a desk or have we taken a temporary break from our youthful existence to prepare ourselves for better adventures to come?
via Daily Prompt: Yellow
Like so many people in Ireland there is a high emigration rate. This craze began during the famine in the 1800’s when two million people left the country within a three year period. A preferred nestling space for these Irish immigrants was their close and not so friendly neighbor, the United Kingdom. I happen to be a product of these mass emigrations as my Irish parents saw business opportunities in England that just weren’t available to us in Ireland.
Consequently i have two homes. Very close and yet so different. My family and I have moved back to Ireland and even though I have amazing friends, who I couldn’t live without, a loving home and family all around me I have yet to feel completely at home. When you have two homes can you ever feel at rest, settled?
The wonderful technology of the modern day airplane allows anyone to go anywhere they want for a sum of money. Our “roots” can be in a million places within a matter of days. Even with this dramatic change in how we travel I think the even bigger change has occurred in our minds. I feel a constant tug to England even though I have now spent an equal amount of time in both Ireland and England. The Irish and English have been known for battling on a number of different issues over time but nowadays the only battle I am aware of is that for my loyalty.
Is nationalism now outdated? When you move from place to place in such a constant stream do we still owe that same fealty to our country of birth as they did in medieval times. God bless England or god bless the airplane?
All these thoughts ran around my mind today. Do I have an ever lasting bond with one country or many countries? As the yellow sun began to set on the horizon between my two homes I pondered this? What do you think?
via Daily Prompt: Enthusiasm
It is days away from our favourite holiday, Christmas. A time of the year when we all Roget the wars, prejudices and hatred. It is the holiday of joy and love. Correction it was.
On Monday a truck drove from the Polish border, drove into a market place in Berlin and drove the truck into the crowded shopping area. 9 people were killed instantly including the driver. It seems that some people do not share our Christmas cheer, at all. The murderers have not been found yet and the authorities continue to search for the grinches who stole Christmas along with 9 lives.
9 families now will not share in our Christmas. 9 people will not see the lights on the high street. 9 lives will be remembered by all.
When we are sitting in our houses by the warm fire or radiator drinking our hot chocolate in a really cute onsie, remember. remember the 9 and the lives that were lost in this Christmas massacre. This loss of life should make Christmas even more special. When you reunite with your mum, dad, aunty, uncle or cousins keep in mind that not everyone could be with their families this year.
On that depressing note I would just like to end by saying enjoy your Christmas and don’t let this event kill your enthusiasm let it just be a reminder to appreciate what you have while you still have it.