Saturday, June 14, 2008

these are just ghosts that broke my heart before i met you...

old lovers. old friends. old lives. old homes. old morals. old feelings. old thoughts. old dreams.

most things in our life become old and forgotten after a while, even when you swear some things never will. you can be the best of friends with someone for years in your childhood then you grow apart and as the years go on you don't even recognise them in the street.

past lovers can be your world one minute and a distant memory the next. when in love you feel like there is no possible way you could live without them, then a few years after you've parted, you struggle to remember how you lived with them.

friends come and go like seasons. when i look back at the friends i've had throughout my life, i know that all of them served a purpose at that time and that sometimes that's all they really needed to do. some are there for life but most are there for a time in your life, no matter how important or insignificant that time might seem.

too many people try to hang on to things for too long. holding a grudge. staying in love when it's no longer reciprocated. lifelong regrets about trivial things. paths not taken. dreams not fulfilled. making a mistake no matter how big or small.

everything happens for a reason. if your love for someone is unrequited it may be because the person you're meant to be with is only around the corner. if someone does you wrong, you need to assess whether what they did is worth losing a friendship over and if not, holding a grudge is not helping anyone. if a dream doesn't come true, build another one. life is only a rehearsal and would be boring if everything went exactly to plan.

in anything you do, go out on a high note. don’t drag your life down with thoughts of “what if” and yearning to live past lives again that, in all honesty would more than likely be disappointing if revisited. memories have a tendency to make everything better or worse than they actually were.


When one door closes, another door opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.
Alexander Graham Bell



Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.
Sidney J. Harris


Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it: it's only for wallowing in.
Katherine Mansfield


Tuesday, June 3, 2008

for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room.


sadness is the worst feeling in the world. you can be sitting in a crowded room with a hundred people having the time of their lives and be the saddest person on earth. you can be in the arms of your lover and feel like your heart is getting ready to explode with pain. no matter what causes your sorrow, you question whether the world would just continue on as it is without you in it.

i’m feeling down tonight and i know that within the next few days the problems that are causing my sorrow will be solved and one day long forgotten but right now i feel like i want to pull my heart out and stomp on it until it breaks.

listening to ryan adams makes the pain feel so much more real and so much more warranted. if my mister didn’t exist i would make it my mission to fall in love with ryan and live on an old country estate where he could write his music and i could fall more and more in love with him every day. a man with feelings that he is not afraid to express is so much more a man than all of these pretentious idiots around who act like god’s gift to the world.

come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal my records...

well, it's the end of another uni semester and i need something to keep my creative juices flowing and so my blog is born…

my passions are music, travel, fashion, food and wine so no doubt they will be the central topics of my musings. even if the motivation of this is purely to keep myself occupied and to get my ideas and thoughts out of my over-active mind, i hope that anyone passing through enjoys what they read and contributes what they want.