However, I think that there is something much more magical and poetic about being buried or scattered onto the land or sea of our planet – so often people are afraid of the concept of being chewed up by bacteria and disintegrating into the soil, but really, isn’t it wonderful to think that where your body decomposes, you are becoming a part of the earth and system from whence you came? And in turn, you can then provide for the animals and life that provided for you in your short, silly time on earth. But at the end of the day, we really are just worm food – we do not pass into a higher level, our soul does not float around waiting to attach itself to the next body entering the world. I do not believe in an afterlife to work toward – unfortunately, all we are is matter that has somehow, in the amazing biological world we live in, developed into an intelligent being that can think, see, do and feel. I do believe that our time on earth is precious. And believe me, I am all for that philosophy. In my mind, we are fed two different channels in which to succeed in life: the first being, the ‘life is too short’ path, where we have to do what we love, no time to waste, live each day as though it is your last, don’t spend your days doing anything other than what makes you happy. Maybe no one knows but no one is letting on – no one wants to give the impression that actually, no one knows what the hell is going on, they’re just winging it all the time.įor the past few months I’ve been struggling with the concept of what society imposes on us, particularly as young people. Well, 21 has come and gone and I’m still none the wiser as to how life is actually supposed to work. I had this amazing idea of myself that I would have it all and be successful and happy and rich and enthusiastic about life by the time I was 21. I moved to London in May, but since getting on the plane to the UK from Australia, none of it has felt right – and suddenly you get that sinking feeling that maybe not everything in life is what you think it’s going to be, and worse – maybe you’re not the person you thought you were. In fact, this whole year has just been one long period of constant stress and anxiety. I’m actually really happy that no one reads this because it would literally be the most boring thing to follow. And once again it is bottling up inside me and I now have no choice but to splurge it onto this blog.
Once again I have avoided actually sitting someone down to listen to me and have put myself on the backseat.
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