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@emotionalguy-blog
Hey, wats up, i see u not here since 2012, so i hope u can helpme, can u giftme u'r url? thank u
Hey...
I have struggled immensely over the last two years. sometimes I see the light but realise it is always dark. my blog is emotionalguy.tumblr.com
Keep on struggling,
Miserable at best.
Gold Rush - positive thinking
Hey guys. Long time since i last posted but i've been trying to take some of this positive energy from London 2012. We're third in the medals tables, I think its super cool that we're punching above our weight -Ā a mantra I try to live my life by.
But then I realise the athletes are better and more successful and more respected than me, and I feel like letting it all go. Forever. My life is like the 400m hurdles, but I don't clear any of the barriers, they just push me back.
When I lost my favourite tree
An ethereal halo of sunlight strokes the borders of a dense, rolling cloud that's rich, purple centre is reminiscent of the robe of a wise king of antiquity. After a few minutes of contemplation, the sun emerges tentatively. As her confidence increases, she erupts in a chorus of blinding light and illuminates the earth beneath, allowing a brief moment of intense pleasure to every surface fortunate enough to feel its warmth. In the far corner of a modestly sized garden, an aged willow tree suffers under the weight of the scorching heat. A light breeze is enough to make its branches heave and sigh, its hanging branches lazily dragging along the shaded ground beneath. It may not stand as tall as it once did, but as the years have unfurled, its bark has grown thick and disfigured: Such is the cost of a life spent observing and reflecting; enduring winters of sharp, penetrating blizzards and summers that squeezed every inch of life out of its sleeping limbs. And now, as the life expires from its roots, and it's body tires and draws its last breath, it glances once more over the world, smiles pleasantly to itself and takes one last bow, a deserved and humble end to a life lived proudly and a life lived well.Ā
Skies that are grey.
Earth. Clouds often reflect my mood (they sometimes don't, its 60/40). They float above us like cars in the sky (grey cars). Grey ones make me feel like the earth wants to crush me in a vice not unlike that of a scorpion or a medium-sized ant. Often the sun tries to shine through the clouds as if to shine hope upon our lives but in this country (England) that doesn't happen because, despite the Atlantic jet stream, this island is cool. Clouds consist mainly of potential precipitation. And melancholy.Ā
Stars are so beautiful. Sometimes I feel like aĀ changed manĀ when I gaze at the sky from afar. Ā
Letting some steam off
Hey guys, me again... Aren't stars beautiful? They are shining beacons of hope - but surrounded by misery and bleakness. Sometimes I look up at the night sky and just contemplate life for a few hours. I think back at all the unhappiness I've had in my life and keep reminding myself that my misfortune must surely end one day.
When we have people like KONY still out there torturing poor African children how is life fair? I'm going to bed now. Maybe when I wake up things will be better. But I doubt it.
Before it was cool.
I have supported activism through Greenpeace for many years now.Ā I canāt stand those that are in it for the glory, it is sickening to use someoneās hardship for your own benefit.
I covered the night for Kony 2012, it was a magical experience. Sometimes people say to me āitās pointless, you wonāt solve Africa by putting posters upā. I explained that through thosenegativeĀ actions, one cannot be truly satisfied with my input into solving the Worldās problems. I give money to charity, Ā£20 a month to Dogs Trust, Oxfam and The Donkey Trust. When will people appreciate the help I am doing..?
Four years on from Wilson
Hey guys, me again... Today was the fourth anniversary of the death of my pet parakeet Wilson. So as you can imagine it was even harder than usual to get out of bed this morning. I imagined his cute fluffy face and his all knowing dark coloured eyes and started to weep, just as I have every on this day every year since that dreaded moment all that time ago. I honestly don't think I can name a better friend in all my time living here in this distressing and confusing world we call Earth. He would always listen to everything I had to say, which is more than any human has ever afforded me. He would bob his little head up and down when I wasn't crying, and he'd hop onto my left shoulder when I stopped as if to say "It's ok, it's over now". I remember one particularly bad time when my Zanussi mini fridge broke down and my strawberry and mango milkshake that I made with organic fruit went off. I remember Wilson comforting me under his clipped wing and he stroked me gently whilst cooing softly into my ear. "Stop shedding those bitter tears", he would whisper. "Don't cry over spilt milkshake", he would utter. It was then that I knew I had been touched by an otherwordly being. I knew from that day onwards I had been given a gift. I could talk to birds. From that moment onwards I spoke to my feathered friends whereever I could. I often took Wilson out with me in his little twee cage that my grandfather had given to me for my 17th birthday present. I spoke to the pigeons, I spoke to the sparrows, and I sometimes I spoke to a penguin at the zoo until one day I decided I couldn't bare to see creatures locked up in solitude any longer. Sometimes I feel I am a creature locked up in solitude too. Locked in my own body. Sometimes I let a little blood out and watch it curdle slowly. It makes me feel better to know I have shed a part of me. Rest in peace Wilson. I'll never forget what you opened me up to.
I feel like this, blocking out the light with my own actions. Will I ever reach the end of the tunnel?
I waited 3 minutes, there was a reply. I text back. I wait 10 minutes, no reply.Ā
I can't stand sitting here, in my room. Waiting for something I don't know will arrive.
