“We see a great deal of the world. Our obligation is to pass it on to others.” – Margaret Bourke-White
When I’m feeling a little under pressure I like to either leave the city or go somewhere where I am truly alone. A few days ago I wanted to escape. My plan was to go somewhere quiet and write my papers for school where I wouldn’t be disturbed.
There’s this place I used to visit as a kid. I remember having BBQ’s there when my parents were together and swimming in the lake with my brother. This place was always busy. I have one vivid memory, I must have been about eight years old. We went down to the lake and I found tadpoles. I tried to trap them in my own make shift tank built of sand but my building skills mustn’t have been very good because the tadpoles escaped. I guess this place holds a sentiment of happy times and it was there I chose to go to escape.
This place is only a five minute drive from my house but it feels like you are away from the city. I drove down there the other day and I was completely alone. I couldn’t hear any cars, there was nobody in the lake, it was just me. I felt the utmost peace just sitting on a park bench. It really felt like I was in the middle of the mountains somewhere. Magpies were chirping some in response to others, the ducks wings fluttered as they tried to fly across the grass. I could hear twigs falling from the tall trees as the breeze brushed through the leaves. Peaceful.
The place is very different from when I was a child. It’s better maintained I guess you could say. The playground has been re done, new BBQ’s replace the old ones and one section of the nature reserve has been fenced off due to storm and fire damage. Mind you a few months ago curiosity got the best of me and I went under the fence to find very little ‘damage.’
Don’t get my wrong I love the hustle and bustle of the city. I love being run off my feet and knowing that there are always opportunities for me here. But sometimes I get a little nostalgic and I think it’s important not to get caught up in everything the city life brings.
When do we truly reveal ourselves to somebody?
Today, in my communications class we discussed how different types of questioning can seem more intrusive than others. This got me thinking, when can we truly be honest with somebody or even ourselves as to who we are? At which point do we feel okay to answer any question somebody close to us asks?
This is my second week at University and I’ve met many new people. I’ve found in meeting new people that they always ask: ”Are you from here?” Each time I am asked this question I’m not sure what to say. No I do not reside on the same side of town as my Uni but when telling people where I’m from I instinctively tell them a suburb close by where I went to college. Now obviously I know I wouldn’t tell these people my exact address but the fact that I don’t tell them the correct suburb makes me feel like maybe I am too cautious. I’m not one to really tell people things, I’m not even sure if I have anything to tell. But how do you know when you can trust someone with things like your address?
I guess what my question really comes down to is trust. The thing that can make or break any relationship. The invisible and unspoken agreement we make to each other. Trust is a complicated and confusing thing. But if we become too cautious about where we place our trust then how are we to ever know anybody else, and I mean really know anybody else? How are we to ever know ourselves?
I seem to always be ranting about having goals and dreams and what not, so I thought it was about time to share the list of goals I have set myself for the year. Now I was meaning to post this when the year began and that’s why some things have been completed but then I guess life happened. While my year has already been incredibly busy I’ve managed to tick off some of these goals.
I usually set goals for the year that I know are going to be achievable and goals that overall will leave me with a memory or make me happier in the long run. My list is a little silly but to me it’s more of a fun thing and obviously I do have some serious goals but no one needs to be bored and read about them.
So here goes…
1. Go on a plane without my parents (COMPLETED)
2. Do something for charity (COMPLETED)
3. Get a passport
4. Go to a concert
5. For a whole week say yes to people when they ask me to do something
6. Get a new job
7. Go to Bondi beach
8. Make a new friend at Uni (COMPLETED)
9. Put $200 towards my New York fund
10. Win something
11. Dance with a stranger (COMPLETED)
12. Relearn to parallel park
13. Read 20 books (7 are done)
14. Touch a skink (COMPLETED)
Does anybody else try make quirky/fun goals every year? Stay tuned to hear my adventures of completing the rest!
As people we share so many insecurities, opinions and emotions. These things can also be the cause of such a great divide between cultures, countries and individuals. We will always believe that those with opposing values or beliefs are the ones in the wrong or who are less correct than ourselves because its hard to accept different opinions that challenge our own. Today I became a part of something great. A moment in time where all our biases and emotions could be put as side for something to benefit us as a community.
I was one of 12,000 people today who participated in The Colour Run. It was astounding to see so many people come together to support a greater cause. People from all over the city laughing and joining in on the fun. Teaching me a simple lesson of: we are not bound by the people we know but by the people we don’t bother to meet. Differences aside, as a community we can create such grandeur.
There is a point in everybody’s life, well most peoples lives, where the face we once knew changes. Not so much the face but the eyes, the windows to the soul so to speak. It’s the day we lose our innocence, when suddenly the world becomes less magical and we change the way we react in order to protect our selves. I’ve seen it happen to so many people, more gradually than instant but the outcome is always the same. If our eyes truly could speak after this day I don’t think we could recognize their voice.
I challenge you, next time you are in a public space, maybe a shop or in a busy street, take notice of those rushing by you. Don’t look at the entirety of their face look beyond the masks that pledge a different story. Look at someone’s eyes and see what they tell you. Generate some sort of understanding or if lack of anything else an interpretation to how they really feel. Link this to the setting and the way they seem to portray themselves to others and you’ll end up with a pretty in depth understanding as to how someone really is. If not, then at least you’ve used your imagination for the day.
I’ve realized there is so much more to a person than the front they put up and although some try to hide it your eyes will always give you away.