Time is an abyss to which our lives will eventually be lost, slowly eroded in the minds of the people we knew. We will just be stories to the people who comes after us, some of us become legends and heroes, some of us plain folks and some will me fondly be called upon as the nefarious villains on this big stage. It’s a strange feeling to realize our lives are books, we are the characters stepping in time to the pace and place written in our plots by the quill of fate. But who is this fate that decides for us? Is it ourselves or is it just written in stone? I’d like to believe it’s the former.
I will, in the end, be a faded picture, hopefully kept in an album to be passed on to generations. Perhaps my many great-grand children will wonder who’s that lost looking lady with the silly face? If my name is written on the back, will it ring in their minds and will inspire them to make up tales where I was a Lara Croft, or will they see me as a wacky librarian? Perhaps I was a wacky librarian who lead a double life of the adventurer or, heck, even a spy! I chuckle at the thought.
Normally on Sundays I surf the YouTube waves and thanks to the E-magine internet works that we now have up here, streaming is awesome as ever. I took advantage immediately. So I got on to YT and it had some recommendations for me, bless ’em. One of those were J.K Rowling’s commencement speech for Harvard in 2008.
You know I’m not ashamed to say I’d cried. I’ll remember her words, I’ll call on them again later in my life I’m sure. This woman here, she’s an inspiration.
This one is Ellen DeGeneres’ speech at Tulane in 2009.
She’s gay, hilarious and she is awesome and I freaking love her and her generous heart. Her message of being true to yourself has touched me deep inside because I’m not very sure about who I am. I don’t want to hold back on being ‘me’ while at the same time I don’t want to let down the people I care about. You’d have thought that if they loved me back that they would accept the person I am, but it’s a different matter, it’s complicated. Isn’t it always?
Hi all, I hope you’re all having a good Sunday. I’m still catching up on a few more blogs and I’m expecting latest edition of Tammy‘s Sunday Funnies. It’s 29°C here in my part of South America which means for us we’re sweating our heads off and it could get even hotter in early December and at the moment the AC’s a bust but luckily I’m used to the heat, that and it looks like we’ll be having some late November rain soon.
The (really long) thought:
Lately I’ve gotten over this thing I had over make-up. You see, I’m one of those people who think that we should be happy with our natural looks and personally I think I’m betraying myself by wearing the stuff. I’ve got a tiny secret. I collect make up; blush, mascara and the bulk of it all goes to eye shadow, to just look at them. Usually, I’d lock up and play dress up because I actually like it but when I’m finished I’d rub it all off.
I’ve come to realize this for some time now. Whether you know it or not, the people around us help shape who we are and while that’s good it’s a tricky task to not let them make us who we are not, to not let them dictate what we should and should not do. Most of the time they can’t be blamed; not everyone is aware of their effect on others, it is up to you to single yourself, to stand out.
Sometimes we consciously make the choice to be someone else. I’m guilty of this. You can’t be anyone else, but you can sure try. I find that when I do this I’m always discontent with myself. I know that it’s because I can’t be someone I’m not meant to be and I’d always end up hating myself. It’s like shoving a puzzle piece into where it doesn’t fit no matter how much you press and reposition.
I believe it’s okay to have role models. Look up to them, retain their good values and learn from their past fumbles, but it just won’t do to try to be almost exactly like someone you’re not no matter what a great person they are or were. Why? Simple, they are they, he is he and she is she. You are you.We’re all cut out to be different from each other though some of us might come from similar cloth, but in different shapes, textures, colours, plus those tiny details and patterns, patches even, that distinguishes us.
Ugh! I need to get out more, I only get to take photos of the same places over and over again, there might be the little things I can zoom in on but I’d like to travel some more (sighs) There will be time for that later I suppose. Oh well here are a few pics for today.
Now, the sky scape is ever changing and I just love love love it! Here’s how the Guyanese sky looks where I am.
There’s more. It looks like a heavy pewter quilt above my head. My rain dance must have worked! Just kidding, it never works, it’s rainy season right now.
Monday came just too soon😦 Oh well, Happy Sunday you dudes and dudettes out there!😀
This morning I dropped in by my uncle’s convenience store to lend him a hand (preferably my left since I’m right handed). It was quiet like most Sunday’s are so I decided to peek in my inbox with the sole intention of of peeking and NOT word-pressing (you now see how that went) and surfing the net for outrageously hilarious photos and posts (I failed miserably at that too)
I joined Pinterst, then visited someecards.com for the first time (definitely not my last, I assure you) and happyplace.com almost gave me a heart attack. I was supposed to be doing Maths (what’s that? Nope I’m not finished YET) So right after this I’ll do my vewy (not a typo, Elmer Fudd talk) best to not succumb to the awesome power of the Internet. On that note, if anyone finds me on Twitter or WP after this post please give me a virtual shake or something.