A long time ago, a little boy wrote in his blog about changing the world. He expected everyone to rally to his cause, and that everything would happen like the start-to-end linear plot to a World War Two movie, with obstacles swept aside like leaves in the wind.
I realise now that change doesn't happen that way. For the tiniest thing on Earth you want to change, you need to move mountains within yourself. When things are comfortable, you need something else to create change - some kind of stimulus, some build-up of pressure. You need to make yourself uncomfortable, to the point that you can't bear being in a situation which everyone else finds ideal. You need to stop being satisfied with yourself, and being happy with the way you live your life. You need to doubt. And that's something that not everyone is willing to do.
A lot has happened to me to make me take this first step. Please, help me take my second.
These blog posts are thinning out to say the least, partly because I'm busy, and partly because I've already said a lot of things I wanted to. Which is better, repeating yourself endlessly, or staying silent once you've said your piece?
Quote of the Week
- "This house has been far out at sea all night, |The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, |Winds stampeding the fields under the window |Floundering black astride and blinding wet |Till day rose; then under an orange sky |The hills had new places, and wind wielded |Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, |Flexing like the lens of a mad eye." - Ted Hughes, Wind