Scottish Independence

So today was a day for the history books, the referendum in Scotland to decide the future of the northern land and whether Britain was to remain great, and the kingdom united. Now I understand a sense of pride in your country, people, and culture as well as having a sense of identity which can be somewhat diluted by being part of another (hell the head of my own country is still Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the second) but my own personal opinion is this doesn’t change your history or sense of self and the decision to remain in the United Kingdom is a good one.

The human race tends to suffer from “the grass is greener” syndrome, day in and out we are faced with our share of problems and challenges and sometimes it is easier to look at the grass over the fence and declare it is greener and you would much rather be there. But what if the grass is only greener over there because of the excessive use of fertilizer that makes it hazardous to your health and a picnic on the grass leaves you with massive skin irritation. Now whilst your grass may be a funky brown colour it doesn’t have to stay that way, with love, care and attention your own grass can become just as luscious as your neighbors and without the hazards to your health.

Now I admit that I am on the outside looking in, I live in Australia and whilst I have family in that neck of the woods I don’t face the issues or problems and quite likely have quite a different set of desires compared to them however valid the objections and issues may be with tory rule I do not believe that succession and defining your own borders is the right solution, instead work together with your English counterparts to not only improve Scotland but also the wider society as a whole. There have been words thrown around such as dictatorship and oppression however I do not believe the people using them necessarily understand what they mean… If Scotland was truly under Tory dictatorship or oppressed today would not have happened, protests for independence would result in people being arrested, potentially tortured or even executed. The people wanting and talking about an independent Scotland would not be marching the streets, hosting rallies or wearing yes buttons they would be meeting in secret and having their lives ruled by fear of discovery.

In the end it was a very hot issue and close to the hearts of many, I hope that the verdict does not drive people to do stupid things simply because others did not see things the same way as in the end they can be your friends, neighbors but above all else they are still your countrymen. Take it on the chin that people didn’t agree with you, band together to build a better Scotland and a better United Kingdom for yourselves, your children and the generations to come. One of the few times I will probably agree with what a politician had to say, however Julie Bishop said that the world has enough borders and I tend to agree with her. The world as a whole should more come together to fight the issues that the global community faces and further segregation is a step backwards.

Getting Fed Up

In a lot of ways I am a traditionalist, I believe in manners like greeting the people you interact with on a daily basis and thanking people who provide you service yet the people around me often seem so consumed with their own little world, or their phones (hell even I’m guilty of this plenty of times) but never take the time to look up and interact with those around you. In todays modern 21st century world we are privileged to live in the age of information, we have unprecedented levels of access to news, information and knowledge yet the question I keep on coming back to is why do people choose to cling to ideologies, opinions and run with the line that they are fed as long as they are provided their conveniences and a constant stream of “the best thing ever” to consume their daily existence and remove the need to think.

Why bother when you can just click like?

Sometimes when I feel the most powerless and unable to make a difference in the world I remember the times on my daily commute between the workplace and home when somebody I have smiled at, or wished a good day suddenly seemed to have their complete mood change, in some cases from looking down to suddenly smiling themselves. What if a sea of smiling faces can be brought about by the first person that smiles, hell I don’t know if it can happen but I would love to see it, the world needs more smiling faces; And whilst we will always have our challenges, issues and demons a smiling face can often make the world seem brighter.

Although lately some days it is getting harder and harder to see the positive, and that it’s slowly shrinking and fleeting away from me. I have always tried to be an optimistic idealist and whilst it’s something I hope to never lose today’s society makes it harder and harder to hold onto and it has been driving me into a bit of a rut. There are so many things that I have been thinking about lately, and have been wanting to write on as this blog was originally designed for that purpose but I can’t seem to get myself out of the internalization only rut.

Thorn

I had somewhere I was going with this in my head, but like many thoughts I sometimes have it proved somewhat fleeting, hopefully it returns to visit at some point, if anyone wants to finish it feel free to contribute 😛


“Though each rose may have its thorn,
And each dark night yields a dawn.
Among these contradictions I walk forlorn.”

Reflection (First Take)

Gazing upon a mirror what is it I see,
a visage, a vestige of all that is me.
Decisions once made can’t be undone,
Left scratching our heads wondering what it is that won.

Mistakes that have been made,
Many words left unspoken.
All these things threaten to leave me broken.

The things that I am, and all I have been,
Shown once more upon this reflection of me.

With strength and honour, have faith and hope.
You can use these things and build your rope.
Just ask yourself is this reflection truly me,
Is all that is reflected all you shall be.

Turn the page

Much like words upon a page
The past now written unable to change,
Like chapters in a book
Turn the page.

All great epics must be written
And we are each the author and character up the stage.
Write your future,
Turn the page.

Our friends and families,
Our trials, sadness and joys
All chapters in our stories,
Just keep turning the page.

The past now a part of you,
The future can be whatever you want it to be,
What is it that we will be?
Won’t you turn the page with me.

An interesting experience

So yesterday afternoon was round 3 for my lower wisdom teeth, the upper ones came out on the first visit without any real issue however I hit the anesthetic cap and still had feeling in my lower jaw so the attempt was postponed. After a few days I went back in for another attempt and after 7 needles into the nerve I was still happily conversing and after 45 minutes I felt another needle going in so my dentist put the stops on it as extraction would have been traumatic and recommended that I got for sedation and get knocked out for it.

Fast forward to yesterday and that was the events of my afternoon, went in and jumped on the chair and had a cannular put into my arm which took a few goes, 3 on the top and then switched to the bottom of my arm which went in thankfully first go and I then watched the white liquid make its way into my blood stream.  I was a little apprehensive around the experience as the last time I recall getting put under I was a little kid for my tonsils and adenoids and have read some stories of some very loopy people coming out of it so was somewhat curious as to what would take place.

Two thoughts occurred to me whilst watching it go in; The first as it was a white liquid was “My life for the founders” on the Jem’Hadar addiction to Ketracel White in Deep Space Nince. The second a tad more practical being I wonder how long this will take to kick in. Losing and regaining consciousness was not like typical for me; Usually I have some awareness before I am fully awake and it takes a bit to be fully alert and conscious when I wake up; This was like being turned into standby mode on a computer and instantly restoring to where I was once powered back on as the next thing I remember after that wasn’t regaining consciousness but being straight awake like normal and just asking the dentist if it was all done. I went from completely awake and conscious to completely awake and conscious with nothing in between and it was a rather odd feeling.

I was apparently going to be groggy and woozy and the nurse went to get me a wheelchair but as soon as she left I just stood up and grabbed my bag and put my glasses back on without any dizziness or crazy thoughts like I’m a uuuunicorn, duty of care however wouldn’t let me leave without being in a wheelchair so I got wheeled to the train station but it really wasn’t necessary. When I got home I engaged my usual method of dealing with illness or the need to recover being switched off and went to sleep, although I woke up a couple of times to use the toilet and take some pain killers the second time was pretty much a straight and solid sleep.

Woke up with a headache which would be due to not eating for a couple of days and my lower jaw reasonably aching, the headache actually bothered me more than the jaw. In the end it proved that I had nothing to be anxious about similar to my historical fear of needles; All I needed was a decent practitioner to help me overcome my irrational fear. I did end up hitting the cap on my health insurance so yesterday was $2,800 and left me rather glad that I didn’t end up taking a holiday last month.

The ‘morrow (version 1)

Well this at least fleshes out the imagery and concepts that I wanted to turn into a poem, overall I don’t think it flows particularly right so I figure it is a work in progress and may as well record it so I don’t forget it and can come back to it later. I really do wish I was better at articulating things that tend to circulate around in my noggin.


“Dwell not on yesterday for its race has been done,
Of lessons, tribulations and battles now won.
Good or Bad; right or wrong,
We each search for where we belong.

Pain and regret companions now,
Make your choice; to whom do you bow?

Dwell not upon the past you cannot change,
For if you do what shall remain?
Unto us we are given each day,
With it shall you find a way?

With each night the ‘morrow comes,
Can you figure out what must be done?

Although the past now feels prearranged,
The future is yours, it can be changed.
Walk through each day as if it’s your last,
For mortal lives they go too fast.

Have you figured out what has been done?
For with each new day you have already won.”

Memories

The human brain is definitely a curious thing, we all possess one and the extent in which we make use of it differs from individual to individual. It’s a wondrous organ responsible for our cognitive thought processes allowing for logical and rational thinking in what I like to hope is most of us. Aside from being the primary driver in our sentience and a key component of what makes us each it is also one of the greatest compression and extrapolation engines around in how we process, store, and recall our memories.

Memories they are scattered throughout our minds more often than not stored as fragments in different places and over time potentially incomplete however sights and sounds can act as a trigger and we then go about reconstructing and extrapolating the missing pieces to form a more complete, if not 100% accurate recollection of our pasts. Yesterday was somewhat interesting in that regard for me as I was sitting quietly on the bus heading into the daily ritual of being a working adult in a 9-5’er just listening to my ipod and not doing a great deal of thinking for a change when my mind decides to revisit experiences and people I once knew in high school, complete with sensory recollection of some things and I am honestly unsure of the trigger in this instance; Perhaps it was just the act of a wandering mind and sitting on a bus heading towards another day on a similar route to that of school days long gone.

It’s actually somewhat scary when I look back on it. Some things feel as if they were rather recent, some feel fresh in my mind and yet all of this took place in the 90’s and over 15/16 years have passed since those days. I have grown, matured, and made mistakes but they have all contributed to what makes me who I am today. And whilst sometimes keeping my mental state in balance and sometimes I struggle to halt a slide into apathy overall I like who I have become and I don’t want to be what I have been or anything other than me. All those years ago I didn’t really have a clue what I wanted to be when I grew up (mad scientist and astronaut did feature prominently) and I never would have guessed I would be doing what I am now I still don’t really consider myself “all grown up” sure I’m an adult and overall I am not really childish in most if not all things most of the time and overall I have no real clue what I will be when I do grow up but to me it is the journey that matters.

We all have our path to walk through life, even if there is no set destination (well except death, we all end up there at some point in the future; and at least without time travel we can’t find ourselves catching up to that point accidentally before time) and although I do not really have a destination in mind it will not stop me walking the path being the eternal student and optimist. There will always be things to see and learn and I hope the day never comes that I feel I have seen or done it all. But overall when I grow up I hope to have made the world, or at least the world for some people a better and brighter place.

And I guess my lesson is to try and let go of the past, for it cannot be changed; Old man Zangetsu said it pretty well.

“Cast off your fear!
Look Forward, go forward!
Never stand still, retreat and you will age.
Hesitate and you will die”

Intuition

in·tu·i·tion (nt-shn, -ty-)
n.
1.
a. The act or faculty of knowing or sensing without the use of rational processes; immediate cognition. See Synonyms at reason.

b. Knowledge gained by the use of this faculty; a perceptive insight.

2. A sense of something not evident or deducible; an impression.


Well depending on your way of looking at things it really hasn’t been my week for ineractions with the horseless carriages of the world; Or it’s the week in which my intuition had been really making itself felt.

Last week I was walking down my street heading home from a long day at work very much lost in my thoughts looking forward to kicking back with a coffee when from the other end of the street a fellow denizen was headed off for whatever the evening had in store for them. Given that we were on opposite sides of the road I didn’t think too much of it until I had the urge to be off the road so I stepped up past the curb, about a second later the oncoming car decided my was apparently the place to be proceeding to swerve and come towards where I just was. Mistake quickly rectified and they then got back on their side of the road.

Fast forward to this evening and I’m waiting at the intersection near subiaco square to cross the road and head to the train station. The lights turn red, a few seconds later the little crosswalk dude goes green and begins his sqwark, hey it’s cool you can cross now signaling to any normal person that it’s safe to cross.

But then again I have never been normal, which is probably a good thing as I had the feeling to wait a few more seconds which meant that I was not in the middle of the road when the woman who was not there when the light turned red came flying up to and then around the corner, she must have really been in a hurry to get home.

Now the velocities they were travelling were unlikely to kill me in the event of a collision unless I was unlucky they definitely would have left me banged up with a few things broken, so I am quite thankful I can still move about under my own locomotion.

But Joel’s message to his fellow downunderin’s, we all have places to be, things we would rather be doing so please don’t let your impatience cause pain or the ultimate loss to another.

Lest we forget

Here in Australia and New Zealand it is ANZAC day, a day of remembrance for the contributions and suffering of the men and women that have served our countries in times of war and the peace keeping operations that we have undertaken. Whilst war and the loss of life is always a tragic thing it does take special people that are willing to take up arms to fight for their country, or a cause and even if we don’t necessarily agree with what our nations choose to fight for that lies on our leaders and not the men and women who made the choice to serve.

I wrote this last year, but it is just as valid for today as it will be every year. Let us remember those who have fallen, and those who choose to stand in the line of fire for the years to come.


 Though the sun may set upon old battlefields,
A sword now sheathed, no reason to wield.
To friends, and foes now long since rest,
I thank those men that gave their best.

Those that have, and are willing to serve,
Unto us you leave a memory preserved.
The scars you carry: Both outside and in,
Bring them out in the open – it is not a sin.

Those who stand, being haunted by their past,
Our future you fought for, we hope it may last.
The world this day, we stand in your debt,
Unto you we say; Lest we forget.