I was going to write a blog about the technology side of things, but that seems to be the main theme already. For my part I miss record players and tape recorders!
So how about the talent of building beautiful buildings going obsolete? We have such beautiful churches, villages, thatched cottages, castles and country houses in the UK and yet when you pass a building site it’s normally a multi-storey car park or identikit houses on a soulless complex. Do you think people will marvel over these in 200 years time? Probably not because they will have blown down or been washed away within 50.
On that note here is a marvellous building which has lived through its fair share of war, fire, rebuilding etc so it must be worth investing in beautiful buildings! St Paul’s Cathedral, London built by the fantastic Sir Christopher Wren who obviously agreed. He rebuilt over 50 churches after the Great Fire of London in 1666, many of which you can still admire today.
We are given 2 different messages in life: don’t expect too much (because you’ll be disappointed). But then we are also taught to hope and dream – to expect great things.
They are both generally things we are taught by our parents. You get told not to expect too much at Christmas and birthdays when you’re little because your parents are trying to protect you from disappointment (Grandma’s present normally. You always hoped that this year wouldn’t be a knitted sweater. The disappointment when it wasn’t a tape or a computer game cartridge – showing my age!)
The other message is that you can be whatever and whoever you want. This is a great message ! You can! But we get restrictions put on us at school with exams and choices. We have to do what we get good marks in, not necessarily what we want/love to do. A lot of us end up drifting because we follow the choices that school made for us. That is probably why a lot of people get to their thirties and have no idea how to do anything else.
If you were lucky and were taught as I was that Grandma made you that sweater out of love and she thought of you with each stitch. (You realise this about 10 years later!). If you can get through school and get out into the world you can do whatever you like. Even if you get to your thirties and are slightly disillusioned. Change is always possible.
One of my favourite sayings is “shoot for the moon, if you miss you’ll be among stars.” I love this – it says dream big and it doesn’t matter if you don’t make it – at least you will have tried.
Written for the Daily Post “Great Expectations” – https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/great-expectations/
“A shot aimed is a shot lost. Aim with your eyes shut.”
This goes beyond anything any professional sports person will tell you – you've always got to keep your eye on the ball/goal/prize. Work hard, achieve, put the effort in and you will get the rewards, and you will deserve them. But how much sweeter is life when you risk it all and the risk pays off? If you live within the boundaries and follow the guidelines all the time, will you have missed some of the magic? How about all those times when the outside chance comes in? Sometimes life calls for a little bit of blind faith.
I am not condoning giving up trying at all but maybe once in a while we should all close our eyes and see where life takes us.
When you are chatting with i tuoi amici (your friends), you don’t ask “Dov’è il bagno per favore?” You talk about “la vita quotidiana” (everyday life).
Non è facile (it’s not easy) chiaccherare (to chat) quando si impara una lingua (when you’re learning a language) perchè (because) hai difficoltà di capire (you have difficulty in understanding). Però (however) sounding confident, pronunciation and making the effort to communicate is half the battle.
In ogni paese (in every country), tutta la gente (everyone) secondo me (according to me) sia contenta che hai almeno provato (is happy that at least you tried).
Allora fate gli sbagli (so make mistakes), ridere (laugh) e divertitevi (enjoy yourselves).
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“They opened a door to a cabin and shoved her inside. It was dark, and cold and as her eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness she could see the unconscious man was already there, asleep on the bunk. The door was slammed in Frankie’s face as they all went back on deck to make ready to sail. She realised that her plan had been taken out of her hands. Her dream of going to sea was turning quickly into a nightmare.
The noises of the boat being prepared for sea rang in her head. Frankie rubbed her arms from where she had been grabbed and looked over at her roommate. “Sir,” she whispered. “Sir?” No response. She edged closer to him only to turn away repulsed. The smell was overpowering – sweat, alcohol, and something unidentifiable to her. She held the bile down that rose in her throat. She reached a trembling hand out to shake his shoulder. “Sir? Can you help me?” With her shake the man rolled towards her and she retched in horror. His eyes had rolled back in his head and his mouth was fixed in a silent scream. He had an ebony handled knife sticking out of his side between his ribs. She identified the smell as rotting death.
She heard screaming inside her own head but realised that no sound was coming out of her. She felt the boat swaying beneath her and blacked out.”
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Written for The Daily Post – the article is about “A Lost Art”. My take on this is traditions which should have been passed down through the generations but have suddenly disappeared. Do you know what crafts your ancestors did? Mine mentioned below are only a couple of generations back but sadly I haven’t inherited any of the talent! (Or not that I am aware of anyway!)
During my research of my family history I am coming across various professions. We come from a very working class background filled with domestic servants, gardeners, agricultural labourers etc. Occasionally though I come across somebody with a trade which fascinates me. There is my great great grandfather Edwin who was a shoemaker in Brighton and all of the Hutchinsons in Worthing who were boatbuilders. It got me wondering if I have hidden talents inside me that are just part of my blood? Perhaps I could secretly knock up a pair of loafers, or a stylish pair of kittens? I wouldn’t know, I’ve never tried and I wouldn’t know where to learn how to be a shoe maker. Could I build a sturdy fishing boat or sailing boat and guarantee that it won’t sink? Surely there’s a reality tv show in this. We could discover a whole new generation of talent – useful and creative talent though rather than just the same old singing and dancing routine. That would be something worth watching!