Knackered

Genre: Humour/Humor & That’s Life

 

Knackered

 

Knackered…. What does it even mean?

I am probably the definition of Knackered. Broken. Tired. Over the hill.
I think I have been around too long.

You do get worse for wear as you get older. Until you get there though, your teenaged feelings of invincibility slowly gets replaced with that unavoidable fact – that you did get old, just like those you once looked up to. Those that seemed to be born middle-aged. And of course, they were right, in many ways: It’s all downhill.

I’m not being pessimistic, I am telling it how it is – You Will Age: your body gets the hardest hit.
I can’t play tennis like I used to. Shit, I can’t even run for a bus like I did 5 years back. However, I may be knackered, but I sure as hell don’t have the mental maturity of a ** year old: Well, maybe in certain areas.

Young & Old. Half and half. 50% one way, 50% the other.

So, what can I do to improve the 50% that is old and tired?
How can I shift the percentages in favour of the young aspects of my personality and being?
How do I stop my body getting worse?

Life’s millions of questions.
And hindsight. What a beautiful thing, though incredibly unhelpful.

I think everyone is searching for the fountain of youth – one of life’s greatest quests shovelling up no successes to speak of.

And Anti-Ageing: How the heck can you ‘Un-Age’? I ask myself.
It doesn’t exist. Never has and never will. It’s a wasted effort. So save yourself a few quid.

I’m now well passed my sell-by-date. The time in your life, when as a teen you never thought would happen to you and come, does. Oh dear. Here it is.

Anyway. I’m knackered and I’m off to bed. What else can I say? I’ve reached middle-agedness.
I’ll get up a bit later today.

🙂

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Daily Post Prompt – ‘Knackered’. Click here to view

VisDare 150: Encroach

Genre: Psychological/That’s Life

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How far would you go? How far would you go to make people believe in what you believe in?

You had that moment of epiphany when you walked the Road to Damascus. You have fresh ideas, a renewed spirit and you sense that this is it, what you’ve been dreaming of your whole life: finding The Answers which are finally here.

So, who do you tell this life-changing knowledge to?  You know that you now possess the truth. You know that your beliefs are right. You now need to  spread ‘The Truth’.

After all, you now Are ‘The Truth’.

So, how far would you go?

+ do you blatantly tell other people what they believe in is Wrong?

+ Is it your goal now to change your friends and families beliefs into yours? (because you’re still ‘Right‘)

+ do you pray for their salvation, forgiveness and mercy from the mighty one right in front of them – to their faces – because they are so misguided and abhorrently Wrong?

Now is the perfect time to take this moment to inform you what I think: Ready?.. I believe wholeheartedly that you are completely and utterly deluded!

And now, keeping that statement in mind,…

…..How am I now any different from you??

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I really hope you all got this and it made sense. I’m worried when I write that I’m not properly getting across what I want to say. I’m hoping I did today – crossed fingers 🙂

Omg, I can’t believe after all this time I’ve finally written a story! (see this previous post for what I’m talking about!). Happily, well, Very Happily I’ve wrote this story from one of my most fave weekly writing challenges: The VisDare Photo prompt. Click on the link title for this weeks VisDare 150: Encroach  stories.

I can’t verbally do the photos in this challenge justice, so all I can say is they are a lil bit different than your usual photo prompts and very interesting; They make you think outside the box, up the road and to the left somewhere. I, personally, love them and wait with anticipation for the weeks photo. For the curious amongst you, here is the link to The VisDare page right here! (just click on ‘here’!) and it will take you right there 🙂

Thanks for stopping by!

 

“Just Write”! – that’s all!

So there I was utterly convinced  (and there was no changing my mind about this) that in order for me to be any sort of writer I must have some writing related qualifications under my belt.

I cannot believe what an idiot I’ve been. I honestly thought a Creative writing Diploma or a Degree in English was the only way I was ever going to improve. The truth, though, is that they made my writing worse up to the point of there being no writing at all.

There’s something about being told how to do something and learning the technicalities of it versus actually doing the thing you’re learning about. These courses just made me scratch my head and say “Qué”? (I also felt like I needed a degree just to do a degree). And creative writing is what it is writing creatively so how can formulas and methods live happily by the side of that creativeness and imagination?… It can’t – at least I don’t think it can. And no amount of technical know-how is going to make you produce something that, in essence, is a right-brained process. It’s like oil and water – they just don’t mix.

So there I was thinking that there must be something seriously wrong with me because I couldn’t grasp all of these terminologies, guidelines, rules, structures and formulas and I was left feeling like a total failure. In short: These writing courses did the complete opposite of what I originally wanted them to do and they made my self-doubt and writers block a 100 times worse.

And here I am now, on the road to regaining my sanity. And trying to do what I was doing before all this ‘qualification necessity’ madness began: So I’m sitting down and I’m writing – which was all I needed to do in the first place (duh).

I’ve looked back over my blog to the stories I’ve wrote in the early days and most are shockingly bad! But, that’s expected so I’m not too upset and I feel quite good about the progress I’ve made (my writing sucks less! – I still suck, just not as much!). And, the most important thing is that I am still learning – maybe not from doing a Uni course, but actively in other ways which suit me.

So…. I had bit of a ‘tale-between-the-legs’ feeling before I wrote this purely because I didn’t listen to everyone who said I was good enough. So, at the moment, I’m a bit sheepish.

So, on that note, Thank You very much for having a read, leave me a comment if you wish and hopefully I will ‘see’ you back here very soon!

Take good care and have a fab week,

Vic 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn Life

124 10 October 4th 2015

Autumn Life

 

Autumn: cooler weather finally here. The horrid heat of summer finally gone.

The richness of colours: Golds, Auburns, Reds, Browns; all giving the days a new perspective as the Greens have faded out.

Landscapes changing, trees shredding, flowers falling: A new phase. The cool breeze, a sun shining less brightly, skies getting darker, days getting shorter.

Every living thing changing and preparing.

Animals and birds preparing for the winter months. Stocking up on food before the frost. Migrating to warmer shores. The long-haired Cats getting back their fluffy, thick winter coats.

Temperature shifts, flus and colds erupting all around. The itch of Hayfever now at bay.

Fireplaces heating and lighting a room, listening to its crackles, fully immersed watching its flames – hypnotised.

I like this time of year….. And you???! 🙂

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This weeks ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ . A very apt piccy!  Visit by Clicking Here

Beyond Repair?.. Not

123 09 September 27th 2015

 

Beyond Repair?.. Not

Over the past year: situations, illness’ and marred relationships had piled up – just like a pile-up on a motor track that fully ends a race. Finally, she pulled away from it all and placed it in the past, viewing it as a series of unfortunate happenings.

Starting over isn’t easy, especially if it involves a multitude of aspects in a persons life: social, health, work, spirit, beliefs, faith. If someone is to move on and start afresh, these things need to be restored and some, even reworked.

Everything that has been held dear, what once was believed in and trusted, gone.

Is the heart and soul beyond repair?

…Like the battered racing cars, they will either be crushed or fixed: the dents knocked out, the wheels replaced, the foundation that is the chassis, mended. Patience, hard work and loving dedication, until all that needs to be repaired, is.

I wish I’d of listened to my own counsel and not to the direction of others. But now I do listen to me. And through all the adversity I have suffered, the one thing that I forgot was there came fighting through…

…That which never left:

My strength.

 

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Piccy prompt from ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’. Find others’ stories if you Click Here

 

 

 

 

 

As the Bud, She’ll Grow

As the Bud, She’ll Grow

 

She needed to blossom, but first had to get out of the current predicament that was stifling her growth. Despite being scared to leave the group she decided it was the best way forward for her. Whether she returns only time will tell. For now, though, she needs to be alone with herself to reground and feel all the deep accumulated emotions which had been growing inside her; and the only way out of that darkness was to feel her way through it.

Maybe it hurts to peel away what was. Maybe the flower that emerges from being a bud goes through the same metamorphosis. Maybe it too feels its awakening as a painful process. But the blossoming always comes, it’s a course which is naturally taken; if not, the flower withers and dies.

She doesn’t know whether traversing the darkness will, in time, bring the light. But as the flower grows she hopes she will too. For now she needs to go through the change her situation calls, and like the bud, hopes her blossoming will follow through.

 

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Thanks ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ for the picture prompt. To read others stories Click Here

On the Way to Shangri-la

 Genre: That’s Life

In Shangri-la Then and Now!

 

 

On the Way to Shangri-la

“Don’t be sad…I did have a great life after all and enjoyed it immensely. You gave me a home when my first owner discovered he was allergic to me; and you all took me in. And who did I meet? My brother! You already had him and we got to be reunited! And the fun we had…Sheesh!!

I’m still around even in spirit and always nearby – I like your new dog by the way!

Always remember me as I am in this photo; not as I was shortly after when it was my time to go. But know this, I’m still here, and please take comfort in that. And Thanks… You gave me the best life!

You all forever have my love”

🙂

 

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Friday’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge 29/5/2015 – ‘On The Way’ – here with a story to go with it