So I was in the car a couple of weeks back, 8.16am on an ordinary day on the way to work, with dad speeding down the junction through the fog. Fog. My eyes squinted through the blurry haze unable to see any further until we met the destination itself. Yet when I looked back, the fog shut any sign of the life we had just passed, like a curtain sealing us off to our present surrounding. My mind wandered, as it usually does when I dig deep into my abstract thoughts, and I realised that this scenario symbolises the predicament I’m in… The fog represented the ambiguity we dig to the back of our minds which clouds the future. It masks the past that we have experienced- but yet the only clarity is now. The present. Within this very moment of time, there is no fog that clouds our thoughts, so what nonsense am I yapping on about now you may wonder? To grab hold of now. If you could see a gas station arriving, wouldn’t you act upon it and refill your empty car? So why can’t we act upon all the opportunities that come every so often, without the metaphorical use of cars and petrol? (lack of metaphorical inspiration I know, it’s late, cut me some slack) The thing is I don’t think any of us stop and understand how well off we each are, compared to those who can barely get one meal a day. In Third World Countries there are children as young as 5 years old that dream night after night to become doctors, astronauts, and other life changing, ambitious careers…Despite this they have one thing we are missing ironically. You know what that is? Motivation. Dedication. That drive to go forwards and grab hold of the stars and stay hanging in the sky. Sadly their circumstances restrict them from reaching their aspirations yet here we are ticking off excuses when we’re the ones with advantage- they have every right to have what we have more than we do.
Moral of the story is that you can’t keep hold of the ship of memories that anchor you to the past, but I guess we can only fully open our eyes to the depth of that meaning when we experience it ourselves- rather than to be forced to learn the value from someone else’s experience. But one day you will wake up and realise how very exhausting it is to keep holding that weight- that weight that obstructs any hope of a future. I’m not claiming that it is an overnight process, but letting go a little each day will give that ‘how the hell did I get through that?!’ feeling months later and you could proudly state that you are maturing. Abandon yesterday to forge the character you aspire to be. Like a very wise friend once told me- Time is a great healer.
Speaking of which, I feel I should pay my respects to the one role model that I have and always will respect without a doubt: the legendary lead singer & guitarist of Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. I hope to spread the light he enlightened the world with- through his music- yet has been lost in this new generation. He truly was & will remain to be the sanest person on this Earth, and I only regret that I wasn’t alive to admire his existence. Always & forever Cobain.
‘I’d rather be hated for who I am, than to be loved for who I am not.’ – Kurt Cobain.
“The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it is called the present.” – Unknown.