'Life is difficult, and I am a very useless person'
The Possibilities of Uncertainty
I quit my job. Finally. I'd been saying the job was temporary for at least two years, and yet I did nothing about it, I didn't look for anything else, I didn't apply for anything - hell, I barely let myself even dream about doing what I wanted to. I was afraid I guess. And stuck. I felt that I had responsibilities to uphold, loyalties to adhere to, in fact looking back I'm pretty certain I invented a plethora of reasons I couldn't leave in order to hide how afraid I was of failing (as failure seems to be the one thing constant in my life - and I guess the thought of another failure was unbearable). Well guess what... you could say that I have failed again. It doesn't feel that way though.
Phenomenal Women History Shouldn't Forget
Pankhurst, Angelou, Parks, Frank, Yousafzai - the list of incredible women throughout history is not short (and doesn't stop there). There have been so many incredible women that have paved the way for us and those to come, however, history often leaves behind just as many. Here's a very short list of some phenomenal women that absolutely should be remembered.
Why Do We Love Spooky S**t?
I’m not sure what it is that fascinates us so much about ghosts, ghouls and all things spooky but I think we can admit that as a society we (or at least the vast majority) are intrigued by the paranormal. Whether it’s the general creepiness of the story, or the macabre details – people start telling them and people start listening. Is it our own mortality that encapsulates us so much? Or maybe the idea that history might not exist only in the past. What if we can exist with it? The notion that you’re not just walking down the same cobbled street as those from the Victorian era – but they might also be walking behind you.
On: Just Being.
Someone recently told me that all we have to do is just be, regardless of what ‘being’ might mean to us. ‘Just be and have pride in knowing you are ABLE to just breathe and be, and that alone is enough. You are living and the very purpose of your life is to be present, in whichever way that looks to you, in whichever way that brings you the most peace, joy, and ease.’ - Alexis Creamer
How I've Failed At Literally Everything I've Tried
I used to have a hamster when I was younger; I saved up all my money over a few months and spent it all on a cage, sawdust, an igloo shaped house, a water bottle, hamster food and what I would later find out to be a very obnoxious and aggressive hamster. This seems an odd place to start for an article that has absolutely nothing to do with hamsters, but it feels fitting as while I write this I feel as though I’m caught in an endless cycle. Running from absolutely everything and getting absolutely nowhere. Chocolate, my somewhat disappointing hamster came to mind as I recall endless nights lying awake disturbed by the sound of him running endlessly on the wheel in his cage. That’s exactly how I feel. I remember the day I bought him, I felt drawn to him because he was pressing up against the glass looking for a way out. Perhaps I saw myself in him, me – very much not a hamster trapped in a life I didn’t know how to navigate and constantly – fruitlessly searching for an exit. Not an exit to life itself I’d like to point out, rather an exit to the cycle I’d wound up in.
Haunted Spaces: Room 333
Ever wake up in the middle of the night on edge? Hear strange noises in the dark? See something move in the corner of your eye? Think something’s lurking at the end of your bed? Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? – Well if you stay at The Langham chances are you might…especially if you’re booked into room 333.
F**k Your Standards of Beauty
We’re told all our lives that we should be a certain way and look a certain way, we’re warned not to be too much of this or not enough of that. We’re shaped in such a way that has us questioning everything we are, everything we’re not and everything we think about ourselves. Who are you to tell me how my body should look, what shape my hips should be, or what colour my hair should stay? Who are you to convince me you have an input on my appearance?
Yellow bricks, green balconies and winding streets, but not a Euro to my name, which is how I had once again found myself wandering aimlessly through the streets of Malta – this time a narrow street in Valletta. I’d spontaneously booked a trip to return home for the first time in just over a decade, however after miscalculating dates, I’d only been left with the few Euros I had changed on the way. I’d managed to get a week-long bus ticket (and some pastizzi) on the first day and figured I’d just explore until my money came in. I wasn’t worried. After spending entire days on various beaches, I decided to head to Valletta. The capital was as busy as I’d remembered it, streets flanked with bright balconies and numerous groups of elderly men gathered on steps outside buildings. The familiar language, and accent I assume I once had washing over my ears as I traced paths I had walked so many times as a child. The warm smell of imqaret permeated the air, bringing back memories I didn’t know existed. Every similarity providing comfort as I navigated through the onslaught of people headed for the market, however it wasn’t long before similarities became differences. I’m not sure whether it was the new shops in place of old, or that I was struggling to remember how to ask for imqaret without sounding like a tourist, but I had begun to feel very out of place.