Disclaimer: A couple of things to confirm here….
1. It’s the first day of 2013, so a bit of fun as I have put together a sketch and mish-mashed the images from the web
2. The following sketch applies to both male and female
3. Images plucked from….mentioned at the bottom
Images courtesy of:
Old man – forums.digitalpoint.com
Indian Dad – http://www.theoriginof.com
Indian Mum – http://www.theoriginof.com
Girl – clipartcandy.com
Sikh Boy – sikhtoons.com
As I rustle my rusty mind to write a piece, fitting that we have arrived at the doorstep of the New Year.
Yes I wish you all the great things for the coming New Year, however more importantly I wish you the strength to continue to write and bring thought and courage to the likes of us.
Wishing you all a safe and sound 2013.
The PotatoSandwich
As I peered through the loosely shut blinds this morning, the sun light was beaming, with eyes half open, I peeked even more and suddenly felt the warm rays of the sun. A beautiful blue sky with patches of white cloud, a fantastic day looked to be in store. Then, it became Darker, Darker, Darker!
Over-powered, under prepared, almost timid, at fault, the sun fell away, maybe it underestimated that darkness, ego’s broken, Oh How the Mighty had Fallen.
The rain came down “Rain Rain Go Away Come Again Another Day” we sang, but this was not a day of listening, this was a day of ignorance!
A short demo from outside my house – 16:22
The previous two articles under the My Series on LIFE can be found <here>
Preamble – I was asking two simple questions, Why Am I Here? | What is my purpose in life?
I was but a twinkle in my mother’s eye, a twinkle which now became a reality. The process of birth had began, however, it would take some nine months, 3/4 of a year, for me to emerge. If there was a reason, a force, which enabled this women to be on the cusp of motherhood, then something of equal proportion would need to keep me safe throughout this journey.
I once heard someone describing a woman’s body to that of a ball of fire, and how a child growing inside her womb remains protected, safely tucked away, and that the child is emersed in the total thought of God, for this is the reason a child cries on entering the world because of that bond that is broken. (Appreciate there is a scientific view on this and that not all children cry at the time of birth).
Consider this, I, like yourself, have been exceptionally fortunate to make it through those nine months, to arrive at the doorstep of World, to those so many who never made it, drawing their last breath within the womb. My arrival would start a new leg of the journey, however my path is still unclear – but…..I guess I was meant to be here
Next post, titled “My Being Here” coming soon.
It’s like I’ve been awake all night [pause]
I’ve been brushing my teeth for over 5mins [pause]
I didn’t finish my breakfast [pause]
Someone is talking to me, but I can’t hear them [pause]
I haven’t got the energy to do my laces [pause]
I try and smile to the parents, my mouth hardly moves [pause]
There’s 2mins to go, I am feeling worse [pause]
I take my position, there’s screaming, I can’t hear anything [pause]
Someone’s blown a whistle [pause]
[Thump]
The kid is lying next to me on the floor [pause]
There are cheers [pause]
I feel much better now, a full-blooded tackle [pause]
I start to breath for the first time today [pause]
Me | Age 12 | Cup Final Day
Over the weekend, one of my under 9’s football [soccer] players turned up for a game, there was fear in him before he even stepped onto the pitch. He just never made that tackle, he couldn’t get rid of those butterflies the whole time.
I felt sorry for him. It brought back a memory.
Learn to roar, learn to conquer! Never be afraid of anything on this earth! Play the game, not the occasion!
