Life is short, isn’t it?

Had a call today from a friend who I haven’t spoken to in a few years.  Not through a fall out, but through life moving in different directions.

I was informed, that a mutual friend was told to bring his two young children to their mothers’ hospital bed, as she would be lucky if she saw the middle of the week, after only being diagnosed with a cancerous tumour a few weeks ago.

This lady is a GP. She is around my age (35), not much older and she still missed the signs.

Live your lives people; like every day is your last. Tell those whom you love, that you do, every single day…. You just never know.

Good luck Catherine. My thoughts are with you.
A xxx

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

Marilyn Monroe

Life must carry on….

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The world does not begin and end with love.  Sometimes we consume ourselves with the ideals that we are preconditioned to believe.

 

Do lots of things with your time.  Read. Learn. Take photos. Watch. Listen. Open your mind to new experiences. Make friends.

 

Life is too short.

Love life.

Right person, wrong time.

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“It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.”

 What an utter pile of crap.  

To love someone, wholeheartedly and unconditionally, and have to let them go is definitely the most painstaking thing I have ever had to do.  Especially when timing is the killer.  And just because you let them go in the physical sense, does by no means mean that you have let go of the feelings, the emotions and the hope.

Love doesn’t just stop being there because you make a decision.  It may slowly die. It may grow. It may just lay there, waiting to be revived one day.  I guess the road ahead and the paths I take will determine what happens to my love.

I hope it gets revived, at the right time.

A xx

Let’s begin.

Let's begin.

Sometimes I feel like climbing into this photo and taking a walk. Not because I am sad, but because I remember the day I took it. It was a good day. An important day in my long journey of self discovery. The pieces to my jigsaw began to slide into place in these woods, after a very long, hard couple of years.
It may not look like a particularly happy place to you, but for me, it’s one of my favourite places to think and clear my head.
I shall visit this place again soon, in the hope of finding some clarity amongst the fog.