Byrdes of on Kynde

“Byrdes of on kynde and color flok and flye allways together” he used to tell me, it’s not like I actually under stood it- mainly because it was written in the 16^th century.

Sam was like that, he never made sense until the next day, sometimes the next week. It was infuriating at times while other times I found him really wise. This boy: this blue eyed, tatty clothed, ancient literature lover of a boy was all I had in life.

After 10^th grade I'd had enough of my socialist wannabe lifestyle and ran, to the only place I loved that nobody else knew about, the forgotten orchard behind Thatcher Beach.

A few years ago when my dad was still alive we used to come down to build a tree house in the biggest apple tree we could find. After dad passed away I kept coming here, it was more like a home to me than my real one, after all, this one had dad in it.

Sam knew very little about me but didn’t mind, and vice versa. We came here to get away from everything not drag it along with us, but then again I lived there and he just visited.

Soon my thoughts worried me whenever he came to visit. His back, arms and shoulders were constantly bruised to the point where I’d thought it was a disease. Sam never spoke about it, instead he laughed and adored every moment we had.

We still had our bad days when we would simply sit on the beach with a blanket wrapped around us and just be there appreciating each other’s presence. To me it was the perfect life, never any trouble and the only thing I had to worry about was finding food but then again, I lived in an apple tree. It was all so easy.

Until Sam came scuttling up the ladder – out of breath from running - he asked if we could go sit on the beach for a while. I obediently grabbed the sandy blanket as we headed down.

 My thoughts, like fireworks, gracefully exploded questions with potential answers thrown out at all angles.

We had finally gotten comfy when he started talking. He told me how his father abused him for never being good enough to be his son; he told me how people at school would shy away from him because they saw him as a disease.

He was about to tell me what had caused him to run to the tree house earlier when, suddenly, he wasn’t beside me anymore.

I still think to this day that Sam gave up his will to live after the first round his dad gave him that day, long before the ambulance had gotten there and long before that wretched man had come up with some sick lie about finding him there.

Although I will always know that he was there when I tried to stop everything from happening, I saw the hope in his eyes.

Defining Love..

Can you define love? Its practically impossible, like explaining what water tastes like or nailing jelly to a tree.. it simply can't be done. CanYouDefineLove actually asks the everyday civillian (but of coarse, what else are we?) if they can define it!

Some of the answers have come out quite interestingly..

Letting out virtue every moment.

And a virtues a grace and grace is a girl with mud on her face..

Love is: too complicated for my taste, but that's just me.

I think the entire world can agree that love can be seriously complicated: does he like me as much as i like him? Will he be put off if I try anything? Does he really expect me to be in the kitchen the entire time?! Shut up and stop thinking, it's putting yourself off him.

A chemical reaction in your brain, perhaps worth following through.

Well this person has probably STUDIED THE EFFECTS OF LOVE . . . and I thought you were thinking too hard! But I guess that is probably true, although what we're looking for is more of an emotional view than literal.

Me + My dog

What does this actually tell us? The most..
This simple 3 worded attempt at a sentence tells us what we can compare love to and what it actually consists of:

• Loyalty
• kindness
• patience
• protection
• etc..

Now, just so you know and never forget, remember this little snipbit..

I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals. - Winston Churchill

I have a mask, do you?

Real people have emotions to fit themselves and not the situation. Just because everyone appear to be happy doesn't mean you must too.

I have a mask. What is it hiding?

I have a secret identity that only my past knows about. I have a personality that is only seen in the worst of times. I have a secret me.

My secret me has hope and dreams of something real. She laughs and cries, she's angry and happy. She feels, unlike the being she's trying to be.

The questions we really need to ask ourselves is "why are people so scared to be themselves? Are we ashamed? Are we scared? Or are we just plain insecure?"

When we get scared and paranoid we take those thoughts and shove them into a box in our head, what we don't understand is that they're still there. The only difference is that they're now in a box.

Don't be ashamed of who you are, of you're thoughts, of yourself. People are people, we all go through similar things in life and every ones understanding of each other, some people just prefer to practise a bit of tough love more often than others.

YOU ARE HUMAN!!! PROVE IT!!!

Waffle Time with Jaxx

I'm different, as is everyone else in this world, and not too many of us realise that. They see a clique and instantly relate it to a superficial stereotype from - what they think to be - totally realistic movie characters.

So they turn into that, they try and erase the past, erase emotions that dont fit their new character, erase their entire personality to fit their new lifestyle.
They erase themselves.

It all starts in college. If you're not strong enough to lock out everyones influences then you're not strong enough to live your own live.

Instead you hit college being this robot, programmed to be perfect and happy 23/7. I say only 23 hours because you cant always hide from the truth. You may be trying to hide the heat in a volcano but without a doubt that volcano will blow sometime, when and how big it will be all depends on how much of the truth you alone hide in there.

Afterwards, you're going to feel even more insecure than ever. It'll feel like a guilty bare back preparing for a lashing, like a zebra without stripes, a rat watching an eagle waiting for it to strike.

That's high school for the insecure but for the weak, easy prey, it's different because they are determined to keep themselves mainly because people test them with their character. So they prove bullies wrong, they don't give in to the fake lifestyle but they do get labelled - losers.

Why do we let such miniture bings of society label us? Because someone is taking control and we must agree that most of society likes control. Next time you see sometime taking the wrong kind of control, face it, change it, take it over!

You are the control you want in your own life. Believe it.

Motivate or Deteriorate..

One of the biggest problems I see everyday is the complete lack of motivation. Motivation to do work, to exercise, to finish a project and to sometimes just get out of bed in the morning..  It makes me think how did the human race actually get this far?

In ancient Greece their motivation was probably, "OK if we wake up now we can create a rad orgy by noon!".  In ancient Rome it must've been, "I can leave this guy to live or I can take him to fight the beast this afternoon. We can always do with some more entertainment!". And you can just imagine cave men "I can kill this cute T-Rex and be a hero AND provide for my clan! Two birds with one stone!".

Nowadays it's like "I'll just hire someone to fix that later," "I don't need to go to work tomorrow because they can still pay me for sick leave," and one of the best : "Who needs to pay attention in class? I'll just threaten a nerd to do it for me."

How does this generation get it so wrong? we eat too much or too little.. our super models motivate us to become allergic to fats of any kind.. our younger generations role models are teaching us to pose naked and lap dance gays for something we want! Children are motivated to follow their role models.. is this really what we want of our children..

I have drifted from my true purpose of this blog sesh and the story I wanted to tell you guys happened a few days ago:

A friend of mine was struggling to finish something because he was struggling too work with certain enemies and for some reason  I turned around and half yelled at him to be a baby..
If you think about it babies are the most determined creatures we'll probably ever come across. They are motivated by freedom, they wish to run and talk and just be.

Have you ever watched a baby try walk for the first few times, they fall, A LOT! but they also get up and try again and again and just imagine if we gave up after the first few falls. We'd be crawling around, never able to see the stars because we're too busy staring at dirt..

Next time you're feeling undetermined try thinking of your baby self, think "be the baby" because you ARE that same baby!

Untill next time, bye you big babies :}

Scotts Emulsion..

Whenever i think of growing up that little jingle for Scotts Emulsion starts playing in my head:

"Growing up! Growing up! Groooowing up!                                                    Scott's Emulsion, thank you, you help me to groooooow..."

They made aging seem like the only bad thing that was going to happen was that your clothes didn't fit! How ridiculous if you ask me.. Life is difficult enough as it seems but adding pressure of growing up to the mix and you've got yourself a nice mystery stew for the rest of eternity.

Growing up is like a video game - once you've finally beaten the bad guy and finished the level, you have the next level along with the next bad guy. Sometimes they might give you a few bad guys and sometimes the level's just really hard but as the determined "gamers" as we are, we keep trying until, of coarse, Eskom decides to change your plans.

Every one's going to get to a point in their life when it really does feel like a game, like every time they finish the task at hand there's another waiting to be done. But who says we have to play that game our whole lives?

Try playing the Sims every now and then and just LIVE!!! ok even I must admit that sounds rather odd but what do Sims really do? If they don't like their commands they do what THEY want, they live by their own rules and if they need to pee on the carpet they'll pee on the carpet for gosh sakes! they chose what to do and they're happier.

Be your own character, live how you want and you'll like it.