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Perseverance and Purpose

I sat down to draft a blog post at 9:30pm. It is now 10:10pm. I have just written my first sentence.

40 minutes were spent browsing other blogs, comprehending, appreciating, empathising and most importantly respecting their self-discipline in continuing to update their blog regularly, for building up a growing readership, for having their thoughts published and read by people all around the world.

This is week 3 of me trying to build this blog into my weekly habits and already I’m feeling slightly winded. I was thinking about this before I restarted my blog efforts – what is the purpose of my blog? This question is reinforced when I browse blogs. Those that catch my attention are either about 1 topic, about 1 person’s unique situation and thus perspective on things, pictures or words that make me laugh or simply appreciate life.

What is my blog about? That was one of the questions I was supposed to think about before starting it and I thought I got it figured out. It would be about crazy stories pickled with amusing stories from my daily life. Right now it just feels like my rants and rambles.

Rants and rambles are plentiful enough on the internet but while they are passionately practiced by many budding writers, there are few who do it well and even less who get to their goal of publishing a book or becoming a professional writer. I don’t have the goal of publishing a book yet, but I do want to get better and more purposeful at writing.

So perhaps I have just reinstated the purpose of my blog. Worldwide recognition or not, pictures or not, wordy boring posts or not (hopefully not), I’m going to become more purposeful at writing one crazy story at a time.

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Navigating the Crossroads

It's not always a straight road

It’s not always a straight road

Just like it’s easier reading books, blogs and appreciating art that some one else has created; it’s easier leaving life up to fate, destiny, a higher power or even friends and family to direct and just living a life others think is best for us.

The difficult bit is writing the story, crafting the blog post and making life yours to live. The life people say we only live once – it doesn’t take long for us to figure out that saying is true.

I’m not saying that we should curtail YouTube, delete all the blogs we are following, never read another book or ignore our friends and families and stubbornly stick to what we think is right; because if you’re reading and comprehending this (i.e. not a bot), then you most likely are human and sticking to what you think is right all the time doesn’t make it right.

It’s not even about creating the big things; though I’m not dissuading you from designing and building a new skyscraper if you are so inclined. It’s simply navigating the crossroads, which as vague as it sounds, happens more often than you think. Too often I see people asking others for advice and in the end making a decision that is the “popular” one. Others just leave the decision and their goals to the future and live in the comfort of the moment. Have you heard the saying “Not making a decision is a decision in itself”?

Decision making skills are naively construed as a straightforward skill we gain throughout our life. I think it is much more than that. As a child, decisions are made for us, everyday, and we try to break those decisions and rules every chance we get by throwing a tantrum or asking “but why?”. Our parents take us places, teach us things, tell us what we can and cannot have, who they think is a bad influence, what they think we should study or potential careers they think would be interesting, citing experience and wisdom to support their advice or directives.

When we move into our teens, as much as we try to assert our independence and rebel, most of the time we just want to live in the moment and enjoy hanging out with friends, living in the comfort of the routine modern society provides. We search for what’s important – the latest trends, being popular, having friends, school results and throughout this time, our interactions and responses start forming a basis for our values.

In our 20s is when things get exciting. Hindsight and aging forces us to face the international truth that somehow wisdom does convert to slightly better decisions and even if our elders are not always right, it is helpful to get their point of view. The smaller decisions we make in our 20s about which friends we want to keep, how many parties we want to attend, whether we will take the first graduate job we get helps us become more self aware. We start to examine the labels we use on ourselves and reinvent or reinforce what we know of ourselves. What does all this have to do with making decisions? More than you think.

To navigate the crossroads we need to be confident in ourselves. Confident, not arrogant; realistic not idealistic and self aware not selfless. We can’t make decisions based on what is best for others, we can’t choose based on what most people think we would or should do, we can’t wait for fate and destiny to do what they will because then at the end of the day, we lose ourselves and the idea of our own ‘free will’. If we stayed as we were as teenagers, choosing something because it’s the opposite of what our parents say or because it’s what your friends would do then we would never know what life would be like if we took charge of it.

The higher powers not within our control will do what they will, people will think what they want of you (some may be truer than others), some will project their lost dreams and hopes onto your situation – kind advice may not be so kind because it prevents you from looking within and around yourself and picking the road you want to tread.

So examine the facts, speak to people you trust to gain insights and recommendations, to bounce ideas off, to ensure you’ve considered the situation well and not to judge; understand who you are and what you want, listen to your intuition or your gut. You are where all these things intersect. You are at the crossroads. Get the best perspective you can, make the best decision you can make and then make the most of that decision and live life brilliantly.

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January 2015

Happy New Year

I hope you had a great start to the year and are looking forward to an atrociously adventurous, particularly productive year and to 365 days of creating fantastically fond memories with those you love. May this year bring great things your way!

I’ve taken quite a long hiatus from blogging. I always knew time flies but the evidence really smacks me in the face when I can’t remember my WordPress password and when I finally log in, seeing a whole new WordPress interface and that the date under my last post says “2 years ago”. Oh dear.

After getting used to the new interface (it’s very blue), I see the list of bloggers I follow and I get pretty excited! My heart skips a beat and I can feel a slight adrenaline pumping through my veins with thoughts like “I wonder what they’ve been up to” and “There’s going to be so much new content I can read and have fun with!” It’s definitely time for me to get back into this blogging sphere.

The internet is a huge space and I guess we all find our little pockets where we are able to express ourselves and share stories with those we know only through their writing or drawings, who live miles / kilometers away from us, and whom we may never ever meet. But it’s amazing that these people and their stories are one of the main reasons I’m excited about getting back into the gossip (aka ‘gos’ in teen language). Never too old to get with it.

Reading old posts really brings you back in time. You should try it sometime, if you haven’t already. Sure, you may question “Why the heck would I write something like that?”, “I don’t get it, why would anyone read this boring drivel!” or even, “This couldn’t have been something I wrote!” but the truth is, WordPress doesn’t lie and no one would hack into your account to post random twaddle to get you all tripped up in the rare instance that you finally get off your bum and try to log into wordpress (after multiple attempts) for the first time in eons.

So long story short; or TLDR as current internet acronyms go, I’m back and I can’t wait to catch up on all the amazing stuff I’ve missed. See you around fellow bloggers!

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Chased

The wind felt cool against my warm skin, whipping my hair back while some of it got trapped and formed bubbles of air in the folds of my clothes. It made me feel a little ridiculous, just for a second, before my attention returned to the situation at hand.

I could barely hear anything above the rush of the wind in my ears but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t dare to. A brief glance at my side mirrors showed only empty streets sparsely sprinkled with pedestrians. Maybe I lost them?

Better be safe than sorry. Every time a similar scene played out on screen, I’d always scream and tell the characters to keep running. I should do the same.

Better be safe than sorry.

I sped up along the straight road before turning up a familiar corner. I got off the Panthon – the latest motorcycle combined with hovercraft technology and took the keys. Even though it wasn’t technically mine, I felt I had the responsibility to return it to the odd Parking attendant who passed me the keys to my escape vehicle in the first place. Which in turn raises a host of questions, who was this Parking Attendant and why was he helping me?

The world was a different place now, 10 years ago the Panthon belonged only in science fiction movies, 8 years ago a prototype was piloted in the secret labs of the government by their undercover personnel that took it on who-knows-what missions. The only reason I knew that was ironically also the reason I was being chased.

Until 2 years ago I lived in blissful oblivion, like most of us, and never imagined meeting anyone from these hidden sectors, then Larson came along. We met in an online chat room and were engaged 6 months later. At that time he was working with Professor Denier from Darkin University in South Asia on machinery recycling technology.

Within 10 months I realized how much of science fiction was actually real and left my boring desk job to join Larson in Professor Denier’s workshop running logistics. 4 months after that, the first prototype of Liz was created.

For decades we had been focusing on recycling plastic and paper, but as computers and machines became commonplace in both the household and workplace with new products released every few months, we needed a breakthrough technology to deal with the subsequent refuse generated. Liz was the solution Denier thought of, a black box that could take apart machine parts and reconstruct them into items that used similar materials, just the right mix of simplicity and mystery.

Last 6 months, we received several visits from people who claimed they were from a similar corporation known as Nue and wanted to discuss an acquisition. Denier refused.

I felt like I was living a science fiction movie, except, this was definitely not fiction.

Heck, 2 months ago, I never would have imagined being at the receiving end of a chase.

I walked into the obscure embrace of a smoky pub with the odd feeling that I’d been here before. Beneath the frown creasing my brow, the adventure seeker in me smiled a little.

Right now, a cold beer would be perfect.

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It Isn’t Easy

Writing has always been something I turned to – when I wanted to reflect, when I was frustrated, when I felt I wasn’t heard…

So starting a blog wasn’t the tough decision.
It was deciding what I was going to ramble on, or hopefully, write about. I wasn’t interested in discussing breaking news or politics, you might find out why in a separate post; never indulged much in entertainment gossip, didn’t have much recipes to share since I wasn’t, and still am not, much of a cook and my travels weren’t frequent enough to warrant a whole blog.

Then I had it!
I would write stories about zany things I thought of in the day or night. I had heaps of those!

I once stared at my aunt washing strawberries and burst out laughing when one popped out onto the countertop.
She said I was easily amused but she probably thought I was mad.
I like to think the strawberries had little characters of their own and wanted to break free of us humans… Okay, maybe I am mad.

Regardless, I knew I had my “what”.
As easily as I flipped open the pages of my diary, I thought this would be too.
With my laptop turned on, WordPress account set up, seat arranged just right, and my fingers properly positioned on the keyboard…

ready, set, write!

"Ooooh d-d-dear..."

In the words of piglet from Winnie the Pooh, "Ooohhh d-d-deaaaarrr"

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