Sunday, 18 May 2014

Advice #1

Hi lovelies, it's been a while ~ how are you? 

So after a long time of not doing any blog posts, I decided to do a little email competition where you send in an email and I will pick one out of about 200 and reply to it, and focus my blog post on that. I have changed the names in the emails and the town, for safety reasons.

email sent to me on the 6th of May -

Hello Indy,

I think I understand what you meant before, my bad. Lately I feel extremely afraid of what will happen in the future. I'm afraid things won't play out the way I want them to. I can only hope I'll live my life to the fullest I guess. I'm from a small town in *Neverland*, and I can't wait to leave. But what if that never happens? There aren't any opportunities here. It's all poverty and many people I know are on drugs. I guess what I'm wondering is: Do you have any advice for someone who is afraid things are not going to work out?

Thanks, J....

Hey J,

My font is a bit messed up – so I will apologize about that. This email particularly spoke up to me because of I can picture you writing this, faced with all these teenage challenges, that other people are glorifying and saying that ‘it will be okay’. I hate that sugar coat bullshit. When I go to someone for advice, I really don’t want to be told something I already know. Lets just say you’re 16? You feel like you have your whole life mapped out in front of you, and you don’t know what to do. I know how it feels for people to have these expectations of you. But the crazy thing is that, realistically – you can do anything you please. Shave your head, get a tattoo, get the highest in the class, maybe even honor roll, catch a plane to Australia. I don’t know what, but I know that everything is out there waiting for you. Life doesn’t start when you leave school, get your own apartment, get your first proper job. It started the day you first entered the world, the first time you looked around and realized you were understood, the time you got your first kiss, stayed out til 4am basking in the stomach-flipping feeling of being a rebellious teenager. You’re afraid things aren’t going to work out, yet you can’t know if you don’t try. If you want something badly enough, and you do the best you can do at school, and you treat people with kindness, do a good deed a day, or give something back to the world when you have had the shittiest day, you will get there.

“Believe in yourself, and the rest will fall into place. Have faith in your own abilities, work hard, and there is nothing you cannot accomplish.”

“Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don't like them.”

In the wise words of Russell Brand,

“It's difficult to believe in yourself because the idea of self is an artificial construction. You are, in fact, part of the glorious oneness of the universe. Everything beautiful in the world is within you.”

Lots of love – starting with believing in yourself, I believe in you.


Indy.























Sunday, 4 May 2014

The World of People

The city is a glorious place in the morning. I know this because during my school holidays I have been working in Newmarket.

The boy that has limped over to sit next to me at the ferry terminal has left me two seats out of courtesy, enough to not destroy the polite stranger bubble. He has one strong leg and another that has been bitten away by cancer, leaving him with the a leg the width of an arm. Young kids bustle down the hallways, with their screams to get to the wind up plastic car that you pay to control, in their small minds is freedom. They don't know the meaning of politeness as their playful screams bounce off the walls and one man jolts upright as the echoes reach his ear.

I see the beauty that seeps between the cracks of the walls. A couple heartily embrace and then rush off to separate jobs, blowing kisses in the crisp air.

Waiting for the bus, gives me time to decipher my worldly atmosphere all around me.

Csl automotive, a mechanics garage is rolled open by a large man bursting out of his overalls. He has a small brush of balding hair across his thick head. I like the interestingness of the way people behave, or their carefully picked out items of clothing.

There is a vivacious cross-dresser on my bus, complete with purple hair and a pink attire.

A man in a pinstriped suit, sprints like a child foolishly running in a running race, for his ferry - he can't miss it or he will be late for his pinstriped job.
                                                                                
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I'm crossing a bridge on the bus, and there are lightbulbs scattered along the bridge, the springs sticking out and glass smashed on the road.

It's hard to believe that everyone on this bus, has a screaming mind and a body filled with life.





I love you and I'll see you soon. 
Indy x