Keep Moving

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Above is the first thing I ever sewed. I was very young and my grandmother, who loves to make quilts, was teaching me how to sew. A couple of days ago I found it in a drawer and a lot of memories came back; I put it in a place in my room where everyone who goes in (which is nobody I guess) can see it. I hope I can hold onto it for a very long time.

Yesterday was day 1; I actually made it to all my classes (even the one at 9am) which is a miracle. They were even more boring and exhausting than I remember and I don’t think I’ve ever been surer that there is no place in law for me, especially not the legal profession.

It’s beautiful and sunny, but cold. A friend who is down from Auckland and I had coffee and a good talk. I’m pretty much dead broke because of all my car troubles recently (engine/key barrel/tyre puncture problem all in the space of a week) as well as paying back some money I owed my brother so cash is non-existent and food is really tight. Yesterday I had to go to the Student Association and ask if they could help me out, which they did (thanks so much OUSA you guys are great) and so at least I won’t be starving this week.

My mood is really meh which I’m not happy about because I’ve been so on top recently. I noticed today I was listening to a song which I think I haven’t listened too in about a year. There must be something about it when I feel a certain fear/stress emotionally.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRP6egIEABk]

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life

I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die
I hope we both die

Unfortunately I didn’t manage to catch up with a good friend of mine in Auckland, despite our best efforts, however we talked a bit the other day and he told me about his recent interest in the philosophy of Bushido. Basically, he summarised it to me as the idea that every thing you do, you must try to do in a state of focus and awareness. It seemed to parallel the idea of mindfulness of all things, at least in my eyes. He then said, “How and what you are doing at the moment of your death will define your entire life.” I don’t this is meant to be taken¬†literally¬†(ie, you’d better not sit down and do nothing or you’re being a lazy shit) but prefer to apply it to the state of mind in each thing you do. If you can focus yourself on each thing around you or each thing you do, in a meditative way, you can be at inner peace through awareness and acceptance of the universe. Strive to achieve this in all things and the moment of your death will not be one which induces fear, but defines the manner in which you lived as one of tranquillity.

Moving on. I need to stay active and stay invigorated; obviously I really have to study, but I don’t want to forget how important it is to me that I keep having fun, learning new things, doing new things and being at peace. I don’t want to get beaten down and forget where I am right now. Today I will go out and enjoy the sunshine, maybe go to the beach even (cooooold). My flatmate wants to go camping, and we met some exchange students last night who seemed keen. I’m not really feeling it but I know I should jsut say yes to the opportunity so maybe I will. Except we’ll probably all freeze to death.

Talk soon. Be peaceful and mindful (I’ll try join you in that advice too).

Missing Auckland.

Missing Auckland.

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