Three little words

Three little words
That carries so much weight and emotion.
Three little words
That carried a barrage of questions and confusion.
Three little words
That created a vibe, awkwardness between us two.
Three little words
That were taken in jest and seen unkind.
Three little words
That opened Pandora’s Box.
Three little words
That changed us forever.


The priority list

In our minds we all have that to do list. A list of things we need to concentrate on at that point in a particular month. Sometimes our focus is our career, our family and friends, even me time from it all. This is a priority list.

One thing I have learnt about a priority list is there will be certain things that will always take over and when time goes by we realise the focus may have become somewhat tunnel vision approach. I think that this tunnel vision approach for this focus is on the time we spend with family and friends. There is always a cliché of life gets in the way or I am always busy. For me these are viable at some point, but to use them constantly or over use them is a blatant excuse. Or can come across as one.

The point of my post is to highlight how friends or people in your life who are important prioritise you in their life. If you are in contact with some regular then you can presume that you both see each other as an equal priority. But if you are someone who is always in contact with someone and never get a reply or always make the first move the majority of the time then you see them as one, but it is not reciprocated, unfortunate I know. I feel in those cases they message of silence speaks louder than words, just tune into it and in a way it could make you happier realising who breaks through the silence.

Think about it, who is your priority?



Satisfaction of finishing a novel

A while ago I decided that I needed to read more of the classical novels. I decided to read Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre, as I had seen different adaptations I thought it was about time I read the words that inspired these screenwriters.

I started it. I really got into it, with the depth of character, place, and description and of the thoughts, feelings and the perception of the world through Jane’s eyes. I was reading it on hot sunny days and long into the night.

Then one day I just stopped.

I had it on my drawers and it was staring at me with a whisper “Read me”. I knew I had to at some point finish it, but still time went by and it still sat there, that was until a sunny day this bank holiday. As the weather was glorious I thought it was be a great moment to escape into another world. No better than finishing off the book I had started. Over the course of the bank holiday I finished the book of

Even though I knew how the story ends, there was a satisfaction of reading it in great details. It was enjoyable to fully understand and grasp the full motives and personality of a character.


Standing at the crossroads

At a crossroad we all stand at some point in our lives, a signpost in front of my eyes pointing left and right. To the left is a blue sky with white fluffy clouds. A path that is clear and even, clean and bright. The tress at the side of the path are all green and in a neat road. To the right is a different story. It is dark and dismal with black clouds that look like it could rain at any moment. The path has branches in the way. Tress that have fallen down blocking the way, to which you would climb over, trees that overhang and cause a canvas, no brightness, no leaves. The trees look in a permanent winter.

Which path would you choose?

The nice one I presume?

What if I told you that halfway down each path that it all changed, that the nice path became dark, dismal and an eternal winter. That the path that would put you off became clear, with bright blue skies and into a summer haze.

Imagine that these crossroads are like life. That the easy road and the easier choices end up becoming more difficult as time goes on. Yet the more difficult path is similar to the difficult choices and decisions we initially make, create an easier path later on.

Now you know that would you still choose the same path?

Eye of the beholder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
With a smile and a smoulder
That could melt a heart.
But hide a thousand sins.
For what we see is what we believe,
But it is not necessarily true.

To say to the world to see through what you see,
Is sometimes hard to swallow
As what you say is different from the image you perceive.
For the perception of beauty you seek,
As the thousands sins you may hide cannot be easily seen
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Power of social media

Social media like anything else has its pros and cons list. Like anything else it is good and bad. Recently for myself I have found it a source of good.

I don’t just use social media to connect with family and friends but a way to connect to people and activities and hobbies I have an interest, as it is a great way to connect to people of a like mindedness. As I love doing family history I decided to join an ancestry group. From joining this group I posted on the group for help about my ancestors in specific counties of the UK. From those posts people connected with me and helped me with suggestions and those suggestions of joining other family history groups for the specific geographical areas I was looking for. So I did. It was a good decision to do so, as after joining these other groups I gave it a shot in posting about a specific ancestor and their surname and the details of trying to see if anyone was on the group that I was related to or could just help me in finding information.

With a ping on Facebook I got a reply. The person that had replied was in fact a distant cousin. From a small conversation on Facebook we transferred onto email. From there we swapped information and pictures. I was happy to have found out more but to have connected with a relative.

So that is the moral of the story, don’t just use social media to connect with family and friends, but join groups, follow pages for hobbies and activities you like to do, as you never know who or what you might find out.