Posts Tagged ‘memories’

Fading Away

In Uncategorized on October 31, 2012 at 7:42 pm

Today I took a trip from my new house to the Victoria and Albert Museum. I went by myself as I find that it is easiest when I am on my own to appreciate the nice things that are on display at the museum but also absorb the amazing atmosphere that surrounds each of the pieces on display. Today I started in the medieval rooms where a lot of the items on display were to do with religion. 

I am not a very religious person but I took the time to appreciate how people lived and how much they relied and respected the religions which they lived by. One thing which I did notice was the number of statues and heads of important figures were scattered around the rooms. Some of the figures were worse for wear with their features and faces crumbling away from existence. The people who for that period of time were important enough to have themselves sculpted out of clay, stone or marble are sitting inside museums as their worst enemy works against them. 

Nobody knows who they are unless there is a small piece of paper next to them revealing who they are and what they were famous for. This is something sad to behold as in their lifetime they were very important and today we don’t really know why. As they sit inside the museums and their features wear away, leaving everything to the imagination as facial features disappear leaving unidentifiable bumps on their faces, it makes me wonder if their legacy is too wasting away. 

What happens when the historians and the people who maintain these statues of the significant people leave or move on. Will the statues be looked after and each individuals legacy continue. They were important however they have passed on, but I feel that it is too sad for the statues to waste away too. 

There should be some way in which as a the public stop the pattern of people in history slowly being forgotten or starting to become unrecognised both visually and also for what they have done in the past. They have been remembered for a reason, we need to remember that. 


a year.

In Uncategorized on April 30, 2012 at 8:24 pm

A year is an awfully long time. So much can change and so much will have passed. Taking the time out to see how far forward we have all come is something we as people rarely do. 

When I look at myself on this day last year, I was a nervous, self conscious, shy school girl who couldn’t say boo to a goose. Now I still feel self conscious and shy, but I have produced a face which allows me to hide that side of me. Everyone feels shy to a point, the only thing that differs is our ability to mask it with other aspects of our personality. I think about how I couldn’t commit to doing anything, everything was far too scary and foreign. I did not have the confidence to have a go at things anyway. Now things still baffle me and I worry that I won’t be able to succeed but I know each time that this happens I am learning from it and therefore it allows me to move forward. 
Some quotes which I have collected for a potential tattoo really enlightened me this morning and gave me a reason to smile. Some are in latin and I love the idea that with the translation, the meaning is locked to the beholder. You are the key to others understanding. You are priceless as you pass on the inspiration to others around you. 
When I have one of these quotes on my arm it will remind me how far I have come but also how things which I desire will require a fight or perseverance in order to get to the finish. 
You are the creator of your own destiny.
Semper ad meliora – always towards better things 
Luctor et emergo – I struggle and emerge
Dum vita est, spes est – while there is life there is hope 
I also have this desire to jump to this time next year, to be able to see the changes and decisions that I have made by then, how I feel I have succeeded or where I have been able to learn new things. I am always changing and learning, when that stops life is not worth living for education and the sharing of knowledge is the spice of life! 


In Uncategorized on March 31, 2012 at 7:32 am

I trawled through a drawer this morning, searching for two AA batteries attempting to replace the batteries in my alarm clock. Today finding batteries seems extremely old school because we all have mobile phones with alarms; most people also have radio alarms so their radio doubles up as an alarm clock. But I am content with my ancient alarm clock.

The batteries were buried right at the bottom of the drawer, as I discovered the scattering of loose batteries I also found numerous discarded items, which have collected there over the years. I found a vast collection of old cut string, shells from holidays, broken headphones and so many old phone chargers. These all combined together meant that it was impossible for me to see the wood on the bottom of the drawer, so I removed everything and scattered it across the room.

I then discovered a Barbie shoe, a scratched DVD and a large iron key. I could understand discovering all of the other items; they all had a story behind them. However this key was a mystery to me. I had never seen it before and didn’t know what it could possibly be a key for.

The key sat there as my imagination raced around thinking about where the key could be from and what the possibilities were regarding what the key could unlock. The large iron key would be able to be inserted into a grand lock, at the front of a grand house, a house with history. The key would be turned clicking in the lock opening the grand oak double doors as they are pulled open and the great hall is visible through the ever-increasing opening. The great hall radiates beauty and wealth to which I cannot imagine in my life today. The sweeping long luxurious curtains sweep from the floor to the ceiling letting in the glowing light through enormous windows.

As the light settles on the flowers pristinely organized in several large glittering vases, highlighting the beautiful colours of the flowers. Summer has begun, the cut flowers are now a regular key feature of the house the colours brightening the room. The door continues to open as the foot of the stairs is coming into view as eyes are caught and taken upwards towards the landing. The rich red of the carpet allows you to marvel, you continue to wonder what is to come.

The landing is the stage for the scandal of this grand house. The audience from the front door, the large key still in their hand, they view something, which they were not meant to see. In shock they stop and stare watching the events that follow. As the time goes on they realize, perhaps they should not watch any longer as this is not for them to see. The door slams shut, the key still in their hand as they recoil down the steps and back onto the street.

The key for now will sit in your drawer. The key, which we have never seen before, will stay there meaning that your imagination will wander never quite knowing the truth, but it is more entertaining to plot rather than know the truth.