Come On World, Let’s Be Kind | I Gave You Three Wishes

Let’s jump straight into the deep end…

It’s something very common that we answer in a rushed way. On a bad day, your wishes will be different to your good day. But if we think really hard maybe wishes aren’t the best thing for us. We should probably get on with life and earn what we wish for. Work hard, play hard – as they say.

I am imagining I have earned these three wishes through my good deeds. I would first wish for all minds to be projected in a different light, so we can understand eachother’s arguements but not fight or conduct war over it. We must accept even the most drastic opinion but make sure it is not killed for.

I would wish for all hate in this world to be reduced. The constant disruption and bullying is not good. People need to learn they are doing ‘wrong’. They may think it is not wrong, but if all hate was reduced and they realised they were upsetting somebody maybe we’d get somewhere. But if there was no hate, mental health issues or the like, we wouldn’t know which is a happy point in our lives. And we continue to live through these hard times, remembering what happened but still going on, showing the ‘haters’ that they haven’t damaged your beauty or mainstream life. Because you’ve moved on from that.


In all cases this can’t happen, some things stick with us and torment us forever. But fear makes you kind, in the long run. It’s not a bad thing to have a bad thing happen to you, most of it’s jealousy or feeling alone. That bully wants to feel on top of you becuase she/he isn’t on top of anything else. That is somehting very humane.

I’d ask for all art to be recognised. The realise that someting is behind everything in our lives, and that people would be grateful down to the last tooth to have fallen out. We all get ungrateful and very grumpy at times, it’s the most human thing we do. But when we are in a happy state, or angry state, try and relive yourself and look at the things around you. Just the thing infront of you, that you are reading this blog post on.

Nature is what brought us here, now, in this moment. Recognise the tree outside your house and ask, why is there and where did it come from? Just from the ordinary things we learn so much.

Gratefulness and honesty is something we all need to come together and provide before the societies forget completeley. Come on world, let’s be kind.

My Dearest Media | Truth Or Consequences

‘No-one goes on Instagram to post themselves throwing up. Neither do we tweet about when we are having a bad day.’

Okay, that was the past. Now you see this over-saturated media with people filming their day. But the reality is, they cut it down to 15-20 minutes. A day is 24 hours long. I’d worry if it was shorter! 😂

People complain, or tell people about when they’re having a bad day. They hope to ‘relate’ with the audience. But who puts on make-up when they’re sick? Who has the energy to go on such a stressful program to share this stuff? Umm, well. We don’t. But those people aren’t human’s. They’re things in our screens. Unless you’re very lucky/unlucky you don’t know, personally, the main icons/personalities.

You hope what they say is true, you hope that they are reassuring you. But they don’t know a teenager with say, brown hair, green eyes and a yellow t-shirt is watching them. They just know the stats. People fake things online.

After what I said, you have no reason to trust me, as I have no reason to trust you. But we communicate like humans, some of us very talented humans, and we ‘chat’ like you would in real life. But everyone knows what life’s like. So they can fake it.

It’s not a very reassuring post, but after seeing all this fake stuff boil online I decided to take a break, try and gain some trust and begin again. Begin with a clean slate. I want to tell the media that they cause controversy, affecting most peoples lives. Negative or positive?

I woke up this morning thinking about this blog. I’m not leaving. I’m ‘break’ing. So, I have to keep writing for you to keep this hobby going. It’s a part of me now. I can’t stop without breaking altogether.

So, media, you’ve came a part of my life. I still can’t choose if you are good or bad hill to climb. I have lost my grip, but I didn’t fall too far. I’m climbing you again. The mist still covering above and below.

The Most Crazy Morning/Night You Will Never Experience

You may be thinking, ‘oh I’m looking forward to the new change’… but: 

Art on a Friday just isn’t going to work, so I’m going to have it as art/random – because we all need a good old ramble! So, last night this morning I woke up at 1:30, I imagine. I read my book until 2:30 which I thought would pass the time. I thought it was about 6:00am but I got out of bed and looked at my iPad.

2:43, whoops.

I went back into my bed for about half-an-hour. I had a dream of my brother and I but he was speaking to me and I spoke back. It seemed so real, and I wanted to stay there. But I started thinking about how I must be sleep talking, then was too tired to carry on in the dream – so quit it. I could stop and start my dream just like that.

It was pitch black in my room – but I could make out a figure luring at the end of my bed. I wanted to get it off – and with my slippers on I kicked it (I was too tired to take them off last night). And then, oh, a meow crying from outside of my room. I kicked my cat off my bed. 

I woke up again at about 2:50, watched some YouTube and waited for the clock to turn. I decided at 3:00 to get up and go downstairs. I watched some Doctor Who (ironically the episode was “Sleep No More”) and considered getting ready for the day, but I knew I’d make too much noise. I watched until The Doctor started saying ‘sleep is essential’ blah-blah. There were a series of loud bangs throughout that morning…

I went back to bed and had another dream. This one made me feel the most uncomfortable. We started off at my Granny’s house. There were knocks and bangs (like earlier that morning) and people were saying ‘stay, stay! It’s nothing!’. I’m not sure what happened after that but everyone had left but my dad, brother and I. We were in the living room and heard more bangs and cracks and voices coming nearer. This is when the house turned into our’s. We were in our living room – Jon playing with Nerf guns and we were talking and watching TV, it seemed settled. 

The people must have been in our kitchen, but one man came into the room we were in and said ‘I thought this was my house, sorry’. All of them left, I had lots of things going around in my head.

At some point in that dream I saw Clara on the episode I was previously watching of Doctor Who and she said, definitely not in the cellar. But these men were in the cellar of both our houses – even though we don’t have one. 

Then comes another dream…

We were in Greece (mum, dad, my brother and I) somehow I knew my dad and mum had this villa there. I’d ‘seen it before’. Their bedroom was a shop, and those men from the previous dream were on a market that said ‘artists only’. I was an artist? My mum and dad weren’t allowed! And Jon was pulled up by the Police. I walked from one end of the market to another where the villa stood. Mum came through the front entrance of the other side and gave me a ‘house tour’ but we only went to her bedroom. I was a shop! I can barely see what the house was overall – I just can’t remeber, maybe I didn’t look.

I was in Greece but it seemed very Italian. There was that really disturbing ‘artists only’ market but there was a lovely square. To get to the market you had to use an alley leading from the main square. Our ‘villa’ was in the square and mum and dad’s room was completely glass, and was a clothes shop. It really confused me. 

You probably can’t understand my over-thinking mind, but I have so many theories already of how that morning began. 

I may edit it but if you’re reading this its completely raw.

1 Minute Motivation | Read And Relax

It’s okay.

No, really. It’s okay if you’re not feeling 100 percent today. Nobody feels like they can conquer the world all the time. But you know what’s not okay? Wallowing. You have to get back up. You have to try. People depend on you, whether they’re your friends, your family or your old neighbour who always needs help carrying her groceries. (You depend on you, too, by the way.) So how can you get your mojo back and stand face into the wind? Maybe you don’t have time to read all those great inspirational books everybody keeps recommending to you. But you have five minutes to read a poem. Maybe even less than 5 minutes. Here are 3 amazing poems in acsending order of ‘greatness’.

“Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he

That every man in arms should wish to be?

—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought

Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought

Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:

Whose high endeavours are an inward light

That makes the path before him always bright;

Who, with a natural instinct to discern

What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;

Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,

But makes his moral being his prime care;

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,

And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!…” 

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story…” View Full Version

“Did you tackle that trouble that came your way

With a resolute heart and cheerful? 

Or hide your face from the light of day

With a craven soul and fearful? 

Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, 

Or a trouble is what you make it, 

And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts, 

But only how did you take it?…” View Full Version

*The order of these poems is based on research and polls from over the USA.*

Have a wonderful week!


The Universe Is A Lie | Poem and Reasoning

Dear Creator Being,

How big or how small.

I sometimes wonder if you happened at all.

But that’s beside the point, because really:

Are you brave and strong or fearful and weary?

Dear Creator Being,

How nice or how mean,

I sometimes wonder if you’ve never seen.

But that’s important, because really,

Are you dead from something that is very bleary?

Dear Creator Being,

How weird or how withered,

I sometimes wonder if you have delivered.

But that’s questionable, because really,

Are you scared of the thing that is nearly…

Here, Creator Being?

Are you scared of the end?

Scared of life turning around the bend?

Here Creator Being, where things stand high,

I think that the universe was always a lie.

Dear Creator Being,

At the end of it all,

Are we just an experiment,

And you get payed for the fall?

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