Travelling

I've never really understood how travelling can make you feel so tired. Essentially you are sitting on your bum for hours doing nothing and yet when you make it to your final destination you feel like you have been running a marathon.

And on that note, having travelled very far to spend Christmas with my family, I am shattered and would rather use my time to have fun with them rather than writing anything for this.

Tiredness seems to lead to honesty I guess and honestly I just have no will to write anything else.

She

So this is my life now.

Well, that's what she tells me,

The girl with the big eyes

All smiling and friendly

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And I try to remember

The days I was cool

And I wasn't just acting

Or playing her fool

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But she laughs when I ask her

That one simple question

And she's bringing up facts

That I'd rather not mention

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And I know at this stage

I should really know better

But she might be it all

If I'd only just let her

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And as much as I'd like

To be more than a name,

As the days shuffle past

It's just more of the same.

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She has words full of riddles

And eyes wide as dreams

But she's ever elusive

Despite my best schemes.

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I think that the truth is

She just sees right through me,

And she's looking for better

Than the best that is in me

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And though she's over my head

She is under my skin,

And I fear that this battle

Is one I can't win.

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But oh, how she laughs,

like she's still learning how,

And oh, how I smile,

As I think of her now.

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For she is a flame

That refuses to die,

She is my reason,

My reason why.

So Tired

For some reason today I am just wrecked. It has been a very busy weekend, of a very busy month, in a relatively busy year but for some reason today just has me beat.

The problem of course is that this makes me not want to do anything, including of course writing anything for this thing that nobody actually reads.

I hate feeling like this because it's not just tiredness. It's more than that. There is a Tahitian word "fiu" which I think could be applied to how I'm feeling. Fiu can mean being tired, being bored, being frustrated or being all those things all at once, which is essentially the way I feel right now. Tired, bored, frustrated and to top it all off a little bit crappy.

This has sucked away what little motivation I have to do any of the stuff I need to do, which frankly is a lot. So I'm forcing myself to start by writing this blog, making my brain work with the hope that if I can get this started and done I will have the motivation to carry on and get some of my other stuff done before I just crash out.

I have to say it's working a little bit. I'm still feeling pretty shattered but I think making the effort to start something has helped the sensation of being drained subside somewhat.

Sometimes unfortunately that is the case with life: We are tired and unmotivated but the only way to really get out of it is to force ourselves to do something, maybe even anything as long as it gets us moving, gets us physically or mentally active. That way although the tiredness won't completely disappear, at least you are over the hump and get get some forward momentum going.

So on that note I leave this now so I can ride this forward movement into my other tasks...

There's No Days Like Snow Days

There is something beautiful about the world blanketed in snow. Especially when it is an unusual event. It suddenly looks fresh and new again. There is a tranquility and joy in it. The excitement of children to play in the snow, throw snowballs, build snowmen and make snow angels soon spreads to adults as well and all are united in a special sense youthfulness. The white glistening trees, the bright nights and all the winter beauty that it brings is astounding.

I know that there are major downsides to the snow; the difficult driving/walking conditions, the cold and the fact that eventually it will mostly turn to greyish mush on the sides of the streets. Still, I don't understand why people gripe so much about it. Adjust, adapt and enjoy! Also if anything these difficulties seem to bring people together as they help one another and develop a sense of fellowship deriving directly from the selfless acts of service that people participate in, which at other times would scarcely cross people's minds. Thus in the cold and snow rare acts of kindness become welcomingly commonplace.

I love the snow and the vision of the world covered with fresh snow. When I see it I am always reminded of the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip that talks about the snow making everything familiar seem brand knew, like a blank canvas to draw upon and as Calvin states; it reminds me that it is indeed "A magical world."