Unique and Individual

“Don't let anyone tell you that you have to be a certain way. Be unique. Be what you feel.”
Melissa Etheridge

Like adding salt to water, we easily dilute into everyday life, listening and following others dilemas, comparing that with our own, soon piece by piece the salt becomes a solution. A mixture that makes up what we begin to think is life. What about when we heat the solution, bring back the bare ingredients?

When we come back down to the bare ingredients of life, we then grasp what makes us individual again. Life is crazy and hectic, sometimes we hop, skip and jump passed what is really important. That being, ourselves.




After saying good bye to a friend for a few months, I listened to my music and strolled home. Tears came to my eyes when I considered the idea of leaving in a few months. A matter of weeks, countdown mode is almost in action. The unknown is a scary place and after spending five years settling myself in over here. It seems so daunting leaving what I have created. Many thoughts run through my head. Sometimes the "what the heck are you doing?" comes to mind. I know it'll be amazing and the best experience. However, sometimes I feel I should just disguise myself in the wood work again.

As I walked, a song by Amy MacDonald came on with lyrics that inspire me...

"What makes you different from anyone in here
What makes you stand up from the crowd
What makes your mother so proud of you
What makes us worship at your ground
At night when you go to bed
Do these thoughts run through your head"

She's got a point. What does make you unique? It's not until you consider how unique your life is, that you start to detach yourself from the hum drum of the lives around you and focus on yourself, take the opportunities to follow your dreams.

Inspiration

A new blog. A new post. A fresh start on blogging. Except my mind is dead of inspiration.

Each night, after the family I am staying with are tucked up in bed, I lay fighting the lazy hum of mosquitos that seem to conregate in my room. The reminants of the deceased are splattered upon many of the surfaces around the room. My bed is laden with thick black hairs that seem to have been left here when the dog departed from its midday sleeping place. Seems he has good choice in comfortable beds. The house is oozing with family spirit and it's wonderful.

Some how, such a busy household still find time to sit down for a family meal at the end of the day. Last night, I was apart of that. Having cooked the family my speciality carbonara, we sat down at the large dining table, cuban music serenading us, and feasted. Not long into eating, it turned into fits of giggles with cheese and carbonara sauce being scattered and sprayed across the table. It was lovely to feel care free and 'in with the family'. Golden opportunities to giggle and the best way to relax and appreciate the smaller things in life.




Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel seems to far away and you're moving too slow to notice any progress, however, take the time to look around while in snail pace mode, don't take for granted those golden opportunities that arise by being to focused on what is infront.

That doesn't mean I am going to lay here and appreciate the three mosquitos I can see but can't seem to catch...!