I was once described as savage, can you believe? At the time I thought it was a little unreasonable and now I believe it to be downright, well, savage.
The reason behind this was because of a girlfriend I had a few years ago. We were dating for a good few months, mainly long-distance and things just began to fall apart and feelings (that were not particularly strong to begin with) dwindled on my part into pretty much nothing. My solution to this – I attempted to break up with her in person when I went to see her, I explained the situation and she asked for us to attempt a form of break instead.
At the time I had very little faith in the idea of a break – though my perception has dramatically changed in very recent times – as I didn’t have feelings for this person anymore and I couldn’t really understand how time apart would remedy this. As expected, time indeed make no impact on my feelings and they remained the same, so a week after this break was initiated I called her on Skype and explained the situation, ended the relationship and cut off all contact as fast as I could as I believe this was to everybody’s best interest in this particular situation.
My friend however disagreed massively and said I was extremely harsh and savage.
To me, dragging out a relationship and lying about my feelings would have been a lot more savage and would have been of no benefit to either of us in that situation. From this I took the following; is savagery in the context of humanity and emotion different to that within other contexts, or was what I did simply savage or not so? In my mind, a more savage response would have been to lie in order to seemingly spare feelings.
Does cowardice play a part in our perceptions of savagery or was there simply a difference in opinion?
When most of us think of what tethering means, we have quite a negative perspective of how it can be applied to our own lives. Most people – in my humble experience – see being tethered as being constrained and feeling almost imprisoned. What if being tethered simply wasn’t this big evil construct weighing down on us, keeping us from progressing down a particular road?
When we tether an object, we do so to keep it same and to keep it from moving in a direction in which it shouldn’t be going. For all intents and purposes, being tethered is an extremely positive thing when it comes to the physical possessions in our lives, it keeps them close to us and stops them from disappearing!
Why then do we have these negative perceptions about being ‘tethered down’? Surely if we apply the same logic to ourselves as we do to our possessions in that positive regard (and we should always view one another more positively than we do possessions) then it isn’t such a bad thing after all. To truly understand this believe though, we need to look at why we feel as though we are tethered down in the first place. From what I’ve seen within my own life and in other people’s lives, the tethering is usually performed by the individual who ends up feeling as though they are ‘tethered’.
Would it be easy to cut this tether if we really wanted to? Or does this bring us back to the original point, that a tether is actually a safety feature built in to some of us? Share your thoughts.
Searching for new ideas can be extremely difficult in any situation should the mood not be right. Whether it’s in a theoretical, practical or intellectual sense, finding ideas can be extremely hard. With this in mind, I think it’s about time I addressed my overwhelming jealousy of people who seem to be able to pluck ideas from the deepest depths of their minds.
Now, the reason I use the term ‘seem’ is because I am well aware that these ideas generally come from a deep understanding of the area in which they are thinking up ideas for and that’s what amazes me. Understanding a topic is a wonderful thing and quite possibly an extremely underrated thing within society, but to be able to actually come up with new ideas and seem to pluck them from nowhere is just magical. Not only does it require understanding, it requires a level of self-believe and charisma that is not often seen. Many of us may have these ideas but simply have little faith in their ability that we push them aside as quickly as they enter our minds.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but to use the word ‘pluck’ in this context seems almost unfair to the people who actually have these ideas, no matter how simple or complex. Plucking by definition is the act of taking something and quickly removing it from its place. Now I have had a few ideas in the past and I refuse to believe that they were simply ‘plucked’, more that they were painstakingly toyed and tinkered with until I felt they were refined enough to actually voice and even then, they were not always heeded.
I don’t intend to suggest that people who use this term are using it to cause offence, of course not, often it is used in admiration! The issue I believe is present is just this particular word seems to diminish something which we probably all diminish every day. An invention, design or creation of a new concept that quite possibly is original to that particular thinker. An idea, whether it seems mighty or small, should be given the due credit it deserves.
As is the case with most children, I was and continue to be a massive fan of exploration and discovering new things. Though looking back to when I was a child, the sense of danger and wonder was phenomenal. As you grow older, you see things through a variety of lenses depending on your life experiences – you may see things through rose-tinted glasses or glasses with darker and gnarlier tint. When I was a child, I saw things through danger-tinted glasses.
I would frantically scamper around the quarry, exploring areas away from the beaten path with my friends whilst trying to escape from these fantastic imaginary perils (admittedly coming close to falling down hills and facing very real perils). When thinking back to the imaginary perils that we faced, it’s easy to assume that inspiration was taken from all of the action movies we had seen over our brief years, with cliffs falling and rocks sliding and floods rushing towards us and quite frankly it provided some of the best early-years experiences I could have asked for.
To severely limit the scampering of a child is to limit their imagination and their sense of wonder regarding the world around them. Thinking back to my days of roaming the wilds and new lands, if I had a voice telling me to not do it I would have been distraught! Whilst it is natural to be wary of how children interact with their surroundings it is also obvious to me that without that level of curiosity and imagination, this child is missing out on a wealth of experience that comes with the perception of perils.
My sister will soon be bringing a baby into this world and one of my wishes for that child is to be safe, whilst feeling as if there are no bounds to what can be conjured in their mind. Reality is our shared perception of the world around us. Wouldn’t it be nice to warp that reality whilst we are able?
This prompt is marvellous in the way it begs for such an obvious answer from me and that answer is quite simply, train journeys.
My girlfriend lives in Newcastle when she’s not studying at the same university as me and whenever she goes home for the holidays I tend to visit her and to get there, I use the train. The journey usually takes a little over two and a half hours and involves one change. The first part is mediocre at best as it is more often than not, an old train that was designed for short journeys. The second part of the journey, the one hour and thirty five minutes is absolutely wonderful. Being able to sit silently beside the window and watch the world fall away as you pass is possibly the most magnificent feeling anybody can exist.
I personally forget how much beauty there is within the UK until these train journeys. You experience a multitude of different feelings when passing certain areas, particularly farmland! Farmland and the houses which reside within these areas have a way of transporting you into a dream. You dream of a time in which you can own one of these large, rustic houses and dream of a time in which you can be happy with your partner and potentially children and just enjoy life for a long while!
Being a passenger on a train has allowed me to be transported to states of mind which I never thought possibly beforehand. For your own sake, ensure that you enjoy a train journey. At least once.
One common definition of committing – and the most widely used most would agree – is to pledge one’s self to a certain cause. Whether that cause is great or small, to commit to something means to stick it out. How many of us have actually managed to commit to something for a long period of time?
New Years Day is a fantastic example of this. Without trying to sound like a cynic, millions of people will experience the ticking over of the current year to the next and believe that this is their time to commit to a particular course of action, whether this is to lose weight or to quit smoking or to devote more time to themselves. Most people fail in this, and fail quite quickly. What is our issue with committing to something?
Time. Time is the issue. Universally, time has always been an issue with people either believing that they have too much or not enough. We as a species want to see results that we believe are worth the time we commit to these (mostly) self-improving actions. Sadly, most of us are stuck in a world in which we believe fairness exists and that we should be compensated accordingly for time spent “living without”.
From my own experiences, I have found that I am unable to commit to a lot of things because of a selflessness that gets in the way. I will move the Earth for people who need assistance without reason but when it comes to committing to doing something for myself however, I struggle massively. When we assist others in one of their commitments, we see an instant reaction and as a consequence gain an immediate sense of accomplishment. This recompense seems adequate to the amount of time we put in.
In order to be able to commit to something fully, we need to understand that we are worth just as must as our family member and our best friend and we do not need any more of a reason to commit to something other than “because I want to”.
Appreciate your own commitments as much as you appreciate others’.
We should all take a minute to enjoy the simplicity of what paper is – a material designed to be drawn upon and engraved in order to portray information. I can go to the supermarket and buy 500 sheets for £3 easily, which is bewildering considering the source.
Maybe we can stretch a thought to a second minute, and understand what the creation of paper has allowed us to do. Pieces of paper have allowed us to construct the most beautiful and horrific of thoughts and store them for countless generations to see. Paper can be folded into intricate patterns and designs, can be folded into a plane which can soar across a room. Mostly, paper allowed us as human beings to express feelings that we were unable to vocalise due to fear.
The relationship we have with written words is truly different to those words spoken, we often don’t realise the vast level of difference between them. Is it because spoken words somehow seem less permanent? Or because more time has been taken to ensure these words are communicated? Who knows. All I know that reading words on a sheet of paper, can be the most rewarding and the most devastating experience one will ever experience.