Instead of not telling people how much the mean to you, what you think of them,how much of a difference that they make to your lives.
How about you tell them, before it’s too late; because it sucks talking to thin air when they’re no longer around.
I feel as if we get too caught up in our lives to realise the impact we have made on others lives, or the impact others have made on our own. The day to day requirements in which we desperately feel the need to complete in the briefest of times rush us to the point of stopping and relaxing, so much so we need to take holidays or vacations from our careers for extended periods of times. I never understood this concept; granted it is worthy for extended travels, yet for relaxation and simple relief from the ‘rat race of life’. I never quite grasped why simpler times could not exist even today, like they did decades before.
Instead of rushing from city to city closing business deals, I would have loved to have lived in a small town, needing only a bicycle, a top hat, and the daily paper - hosting real reporting instead of the unfiltered filth that infiltrates it today. Having no care but to finish the job at hand, using the mind and hands that you were born with; relying upon nothing but yourself, returning home to a family who held no struggles but the one of always increasing happiness. Spending weekends at home with the wife and children, extended family sharing moments and enjoying each others company rather than being separate, being able to enjoy a book by the fire in the study, rather than complaining about the current affairs and things out of your own hand and frankly will not even affect you.
Alas that time is gone, only to exist within memories and recreated throughout words on paper and the images of the past. Left to the people to make do with what they have.
Cést la vie.
I write to you tonight In a state of dissidence. It seems as always that the longer I take abstinence from alcohol, the more moral I become, and if you refer to my post months ago regarding returning to the teetotal lifestyle, you will see that this mind state is exactly what I was missing. My…
I take off my hat to you sir, for I wholeheartedly agree. Read this everyone and awaken your soul.
The automatic doors opened before me, introducing me to a whitewash walled building. There was nothing appealing about this place.
The woman in front of me; most likely in her late 20’s, didn’t look up from her clipboard.
The phones constantly going off, unanswered, they are oblivious to the staff who are rushed off their feet; unable to maintain anything lower than a quick jog as they move to and fro the many rooms contained within the looming building.
I walk through, my destination known, the cold air pumped through the ventilation system causing goose bumps on my arm. I pass the rooms, monitors beeping, at differing intervals, voices over intercoms spreading information throughout the building to staff.
As I pass the open doorways my peripheral vision introduces me to its inhabitant’s lives; many of them, lifeless. Some inhabitants unable to achieve the simplest of tasks yet holding on to the life they no longer own.
This place was a pet hate of mine, even the most foulest of descriptions would not fit my hatred for this place.
We come here to be born, in hope of gaining something, a push, something that could ultimately change our lives, but for the most part. It wouldn’t find us…Instead, we come to find our death, whilst losing all our dignity, what’s left.
I turn to the doorway most familiar, only to find it empty, the bed no longer made, devoid of the flowers I had placed by the window side only yesterday. Nothing but the now packed bags of my wife; she had been struggling with cancer for three months, only having been operated on two days ago in an attempt to improve her life.
A nurse passed my room, momentarily looking up and seeing my confusion.
She came in, her pace still abrupt and rushed.
“She died in her sleep last night. I’m sorry.”
She smiled weakly in an attempt to make things lighter than they were,
and then she was gone.
Just like my wife.
-Roaring Fox
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This photo really illustrates the inevitability of life.
Just how little changes from the initial stages of our life, to the final moments.
As you can see, a child is being walked by its mother. In the background, and elderly person being walked by their carer.
I suppose the quote: Easy Come, Easy Go applies here, although in an ironic twist, life in between, is so difficult for us..
-Roaring Fox
Its almost less than two weeks till the end of my schooling career, this year has been one of my worst ever. I have lost 6 people to suicide, one to a car crash and a break up of many great friendships.
There were many times where i just blamed myself, uncertain where to turn, who to turn to, as well as who to trust.
Time is moving forward, yet I’m not sure if I want to.
Moving forward to me is like leaving them behind.
I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.
These people were the greatest part of my lives, some of which relied upon me to keeping them going, losing them was like losing a piece of myself. Unable to cope with the world they decided to leave.
What most people don’t realise about suicide is that its not the selfish way out. I myself have contemplated the possibility many times yet never deep enough to feel the need to get to that stage.
I guess what people don’t understand me is that behind this forced smile that I wear every single day is someone who is crying out for help, but cannot do so as I do not trust anyone. I don’t even know what compelled me to write this, It’s just coming to me as I had planned to write something else.
As of recent I have learnt to trust again, one person I have to thank for that, one I can trust with anything, whilst I’m not completely open about everything, they understand that, and for that I am forever grateful.
I suppose holding it in hasn’t been the best thing that I could have done for me, whilst its motivated me to do other things, such as helping others, and provided inspiration and motivation to do things I had never done, if none of this had happened you would not be reading this, or any of my writings for that matter.
I suppose all I am trying to say is, life has its surprises, its shocks and horrors as well as its unforgettable moments despite this, all it has in store for us, planned or not, whatever it is you believe in, everything happens for a reason and there is always something great in store for you. You just have to realise it, mine was this person, as well as finding the ability to write, something I am so glad to have found.
So to the few that have read all of this; thank you, whoever you are, you’ve contributed to making me who I am today, and I shall leave you with this advice.
Keep your heads held high, smile, and love like you’ve never loved before, for there is never enough in the world, you never know just how much you impact someone, for we all have a hidden story to us. Mean the things you do. Make meaning of the things you do, take the time to observe, and never underestimate the ability to do so, you will never regret it.
Judge not, and be free.
-Roaring Fox
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The light filters through the blinds of the apartment; waking her to the afternoon sun.
She yawns and stretches with a sigh of relief at the midday selections of dreams, waking up to see a cup of tea sitting idly, the steam still rising from the smoothed coloured rim.
She got up, wrapping her dressing gown around her, clutching her tea close to her to warm her up. The breeze at this height always allowed for natural cooling but in the afternoon she preferred her warmth .
She opened the blind doors filling the room with a wash of warm orange afternoon sun. Her apartment overlooking the golden beaches and deep blue water, the water had calmed, clean and undisturbed. Surfers watching for the odd chance of a wave, mere ants to her. This was her afternoon habit now after a nap, a method to clear her head for evening. She sat on the hammock attached to the roof and drank her tea slowly. Sighing as she enjoyed the moment, this was where she wanted to be, doing her own thing. Being her own self. Enjoying life in its passing moments.
Her room mate knocked on her bedroom door, her favourite magazine in his hands, Frankie.
Look what just came in the mail. He passed it to her, sitting down in the deck chair beside her, placing his legs up on the railings, leaning on the chair as he does.
She sat up, ripping open the plastic laminate that sealed the magazine, settling herself again into her hammock.
You realise we have a party to go to in an hour. You just woke up looking like the beast.
She looks over at him, his eyes shut, leaning back on his chair, his set jaw following the outline of an apartment block behind him.
You aint no beauty yourself Mr. Don’t let me take all the credit.
A smile crossed his lips, biting them as he plunged deep into thought.
She slowly moved out of the hammock, ever so quietly as she moved closer, hovering behind him.
No, cockiness isn’t tolerated here. She whispered as she applied pressure to the back of his chair.
He jumped which made him fall back further. She chuckled as he rubbed his head; Up you get silly. You need to brush up also.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
