An early riser, but one must be when there are so many decisions to deliberate over throughout the day. Just not enough time. Firstly, upon waking up the decision of which breakfast. Will today require a high fibre breakfast, or will a quick morning coffee do? These decisions just the tip of the iceberg, but better to limit the options to these two choices. Next, clothes. So, the shirt, classic white – yes that’ll do. Actually, burgundy could work. Yes, burgundy, some nice light chinos, shoes (the only pair available… easy decision there). Done. Alright, nearly there. Now to get ready… DAMN, late again. Forgot to choose boxers and socks… great, better just call in sick.
The curse of negativity. It can turn a beautiful sentiment from one, to suspicion of ulterior motives… a shame. This poison can infect any happy go lucky individual – a beautiful sunny day, sullied by the constant knit-picking of every insignificant detail which isn’t quite perfect. Enjoying the moment almost impossible for the individual who can only see through the eyes of negativity. A clear path to a life painted with a tinge of grey, the dark cloud a constant presence. Why is nothing ever perfect? Why can life never go my way? The ability to enjoy and compromise inhibited by the mind. Fleeting moments of pure happiness lost, as the constant quest to find flaws in everything has become a way of life. Dependant on a daily mix of alcohol and drugs, attempting to maintain the facade of a joyous go getter… is any one being fooled by this?
The whistle of the wind fills this house. The eery echo of silence resonates throughout. The floorboards creek as the journey necessary to brew a comforting hot cup of tea is embarked upon. Boil the water, place the tea bag in the mug, pour the boiled water, add milk – a simple task. The kettle coming to boil causes a shudder, boiling water everywhere! I must get back to the bedroom, something isn’t right. Rain starts to fall, a rhythmic contemptuous taunt, masking tonight’s true occurrence. The boiling water has started to cool… almost unnaturally quickly. There is now a distinct chill, I shiver and reach for the blanket. Wait. Where did the blanket go? It was here, there is always a blanket kept on this particular chair. I’m not alone…
I logon to the account, with no ideas in mind. What to watch? The rain drizzles against the window, with the gentle whisper of the wind filling the house. A long day, time to relax, a cool drink in hand and food on its way, it’s the simple things I enjoy. The browsing continues, with indecisiveness setting in. The categories have been narrowed down to comedy… wait but do I fancy watching a drama. Pondering upon which category better suits my mood, I realise the food should have been taken out of the oven half an hour ago. It has been 1 hour and a half and still the vital choice must be made. Salvaging the mostly burnt food from the oven, I decided upon what it is I shall watch, a show named ‘How to Cook’.
Is a gambler’s mindset a testament to human nature, and the hope which we all feel in any given scenario. Does it show that joy outweighs sorrow. The jubilation of winning enough to keep going, even against the devastation of loss. In an instant the loss just experienced, wiped away by the excitement and euphoria of wining, the hope has prevailed, nevermimd what has happened previously, this moment is what counts.
This is in no way an advertisement for gambling rather than an observation of human behaviour. It shows that even with all that happens in our world, the light still outshines the dark.
Today we escape through imaginary worlds, staring into a box of fiction, in order to escape the mundane realism of the 9-5 drag. A set routine, with any sponitaniety wasted on the choice between brown toast or white, porridge or coco pops (for those who dare defy such social parameters), in order to reminisce upon a childhood that seems a distant memory. The bus journey eased along by music, briefly lifting the mood, till a fellow commuter looks over in distain at the fact someone on the bus is exhibiting signs of life. Have we progressed as a society and race?
When we look in the mirror, we see everything, the world around us as usual, but also ourselves. Mirrors are extremely useful, we use them when driving, doing make-up and many more things. Now to me, these are scary objects, they seem to show cars driving for us from behind, but what really freaks me out is the clown that’s always standing behind me … nice fella though I’m sure.
Modern Perspective will be an eclectic mix of ideas and thoughts. Causing modern society to take in and think about what is being written. There is no set topic, but rather a random outlay of posts, which will keep everyone posted on what is happening in the mind of a normal person or indeed people… maybe not quite normal.
Hope you enjoy, the large periods of silence, followed by the odd post, or maybe the opposite… who knows.
However, if you do not find these posts in anyway amusing or interesting, I would appreciate your silence.