Forgotten 

I love anything like this. A path that is no longer walked yet was walked so often for so long. A path that was in demand and over time the trend changed. The path wasn’t removed, it slowly faded as nature had time to thrive.


Whether a shipwreck, an abandoned building or even a whole town, I love the eerie-ness. The new silence. That a place can change so much, people not even noticing it was something below the weeds. I find religion is becoming more and more like this. The path is still there, there are just more that are slowly being beaten into the ground elsewhere with ever increasing footsteps. Footsteps in the form of forums and blogs, protests and books.

When I hear street preachers, I feel they are desperately trying to chop down all the weeds and point to the old path that is less and less appealing. Taking on a duty that would surely be that of the council, motivated by an emotional attachment to the path and hoping others feel the same, with the odd threat of the perils awaiting us for choosing a new route. I want to go up to so many of these people and just place my hand on their shoulder and let them know they don’t have to take on such a duty. The choice to actually walk with so many others down a new road is liberating and entirely optional.

Don’t be brainwashed by anyone to feel such a duty is yours, you don’t need to be offended when people find a new way. You can walk with them. It is not your duty to be emotionally attached to anyone else’s work. Some people are and will not be moved. Thankfully I know some people will be changed and not look back.

Preservation

I feel my blog posts can sometimes give mixed messages. This post probably won’t help, however I hope it can be relatable.

I watched a very eerie video today, I took two messages from it. Firstly, we are all hostage to time. Secondly, although I want to embrace the future I should not shun the past.

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The above image was taken in Texas, I cannot remember the exact area, it wasn’t far from Amarillo. A town with a pride in its history, the colours and design begging for my attention. Heck if history is something I want to evade, why would I spend so much time observing it? The truth being, I don’t want to shun history, I just want to see it as that. History.

As much fascination as I get learning of the Aztecs and Vikings, I would be pretty pissed off if I had to live like one today. I am more than willing to take aspects of history that are still of benefit today without feeling obliged to respect it all.

During the elevator ride up One World Trade Center, a fantastic animation displays New York City’s history in under one minute. St. Paul’s Chapel emerges very early in the animation and remains there for the duration. The Twin Towers emerge and fade away in a few short seconds.

It is astounding that a building designed in the 1700’s is still visited by tourists and a 20th century building was destroyed by terrorists with beliefs very fitting of the centuries past. I cannot deny the desire to keep such an old building standing. I can reject the beliefs that led to it being built.

I value history, always have and always will. Does this mean I should resort to history for answers to 21st century questions? Never have and probably never will. The future will be far too exciting. If we obsess over history we will never truly appreciate having what our ancestors didn’t.

 

Scratch your name into the fabric of this world, before you go

I hear a lot of people saying that they would continue to work after winning the lottery. This is to prevent boredom that arises from having everything at the fingertips. Purchasing becomes boring as there are no more limits on what you can have and no excitement at the thought of saving up.

I was speaking to a couple on Christmas Day that have went back into work as retirement was boring, but that little extra money also helped fund holidays abroad. 

This is of course okay, but I couldn’t personally imagine desiring to go back to work if I didn’t have to. Most of us are in a job that we didn’t wish for as a child, but have a good enough salary to stick with it. I couldn’t imagine working for a business that will immediately replace me when I’m gone if I don’t need to. Spending my time making someone else rich, using my energy on someone else’s ideas. Life is too short for that!

I would spend a lot more of my free time on my blog, posting my thoughts and ideas. I would create an app or album. Something that is unique to me, spending what time I have to be as creative and innovative as possible.

The Noisettes song Scratch Your Name contains the lyrics ‘scratch your name into the fabric of this world, before you go’, and it is exactly how I feel. 

If I had the wealth and time, I’d be scratching damn hard.