103/365: Best

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103/365: Best — Growing up we are taught to always be the best, to always do our best and to accept nothing but the best. But what is the best? Being good at everything? Always putting a hundred percent effort into everything we do? Getting everything right first time? I think telling children to do their best and telling them to be the best could cause more damage  than good. Children get things wrong and that should be okay. I got loads of things wrong when I was younger and that is how I learnt. I once washed my hair with soap in the school toilets. I was six or seven years old. I was trying my best! I did not get into trouble but I did get a few funny looks….. My teacher rinsed my hair, stuck my head under the dryer and took me back to class. That is how I learned the difference between shampoo and soap. I believe telling children to accept nothing but the best builds them up for a fall. People make mistakes and they can disappoint and hurt us. That does not mean they are unlovable or bad people. They are human.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Blur.”

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I guess I may have cheated just a little with my image. However stay with me and I will explain as best as I can.

The above photograph was taken at The Echo Arena Liverpool, England on Tuesday 31st March 2015 at a McBusted concert. I grew up with these two bands. My cousin and I have attended so many of their concerts as a ritual, something that we MUST do together.

Although the band members are in focus, if you look behind them you will see the bright lights are blurry. I chose this image because I feel as though my childhood has gone. Although I am only twenty-three, I feel as though my childhood happened so long ago. The memories, the good times and of course the bad times are a blur. I feel that I have grown up. I am more mature, more sensible and a much nicer person to be around.

The bright lights in the photo all represent a person. Whether that be a child who was excited to see their favourite band or, like me, someone whose childhood included McBusted music and going to every single concert you could physically get to. There must have been hundreds of people in the arena that night. All of them with a different story to tell, each of them leading different lives.

89/365: Laughter

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89/365: Laughter — I believe laughter really is the best medicine. Laughter can brighten your day, and make you feel better. People often say that having a good cry is good for you. I believe that having a good laugh is good for you too. Always add a little laughter to your day. Laughing is good for the soul!

20/365: Memories

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20/365: Memories — We all have memories. Happy memories, sad memories. Memories that make us laugh and those that make us cry. The truth is memories are the things that hold us together. When things are tough we look to those good, happy memories to help us through. Life without memories would not be a life at all

19/365: Music

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19/365: Music – Music has been a major part of my life since the day I was born. As my brother was blind, music was his thing. Because of his special needs he was limited to what he could do. Therefore music was a huge part of his life. He would listen to everything and anything. He knew all the old songs as well as the new ones. He listened to artists I had never even heard off. Music touches people. Music brings out emotions and memories. Music will be a constant reminder of my brother. I have many memories that I can look back on that will make me cry, and laugh at the same time as I remember the times I shared with my gorgeous big brother.

Goodnight Matthew

I though I was dreaming, seeing you lying there. Then I touched your cold face and realised I was awake and this was reality. You were actually gone. Tears ran down my face as I kissed your cheek. I told you I loved you so much and longed for you to say yes like you always did. But you didn’t. The only sounds were of people crying. We sat with you and talked to you. It looked as though you were just sleeping. We kissed you and told you we would come and see you again the next day.

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New Year’s Day 2015

The drive home was horrible. The car was silent except for the odd sniffle as we tried to digest that you weren’t going to be coming back home. Walking into the house destroyed me. Everywhere I looked there were reminders of you; your box of toys, your coat hanging on the back of a chair, your cds stacked on the shelf. I would have given anything to have heard your banging feet coming in behind me, to hear you ask for Alison Moyet on your machine, to see you throwing your toys around the room. Anything.

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You have been gone for over twenty four hours and believe me they have been the longest hours of my life. I still cannot get my head around it. You are never again going to be at home with us. I will never hear you sing or laugh again. I won’t hear you ask for your favourite meal or favourite CD. I won’t ever again be told off for singing along to your music. I won’t feel your arms wrapped around me for a hug and I won’t get anymore surprise kisses. Never again will I hear you ask for a second breakfast or shout at the top of your voice for your daddy Roy. I will never again hear you say that everything, and everyone, was gorgeous.

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I always said you would be a heartbreaker. There are so many broken hearts right at this moment. You easily touched the lives of over a hundred people, possibly even two hundred. The lights of so many lives were dimmed when you closed your eyes for the final time. You brought so much happiness and joy into the lives of those around you. I am so lucky that God chose me to be your little sister. You gave me twenty three years of love, laughter, fun and memories that I will treasure. I promise I will never, ever forget you and I promise to live my life to the full. I love you more than words can ever say.

Rest in Peace gorgeous boy, until we meet again xx