I Recently had a conversation with my sister about our society’s views of right and wrong. About how biased and sometimes ignorant it is.
As you’ve probably guessed, I spend a lot of time in the great meeting ground that is the Internet and one of my biggest pastimes is lurking the moments sections. Without a doubt, one of the biggest downsides of Internet culture is our unwavering ability to drag people. And their ancestors. And their unborn kids. I’ve never technically been cyber bullied as such, but I dread the day it happens. Anyways, I saw this post on this revealing outfit an instagram model wore on her page. Almost 1000 comments which initially started out as a debate as to whether it was appropriate for her to wear that considering she’s a mother to a young daughter then devolved into commenters insulting themselves (at which point I checked out).
As I get older, I’ve come to realise that the world is one large grey area with little definitive black or white. As we grow into embracing ourselves, I feel we ought to live our truth and embrace our own selves, even if our true selves are seen as the black by some of the world.
In short, be black roses.
I’m impatient at times. I’m somewhat insecure. I’m very childlike. I love rice waaaay too much. I worry too much. I’m often too sentimental.
I (like most human creatures) have flaws. Pretty little flaws. And you know what? That’s okay. Our flaws and quirks (while they can and should be worked on) are integral parts of the human experience. They’re what make us us. I like to think of them as birthmarks. Like those freckles, spots and bumps that are such defining parts of us.
It hasn’t been easy by in the last year I think I’ve developed a greater sense of self-awareness and have come to accept my own flaws and work with or around them. And I think everyone should. Because in the end, it’s just a part and parcel of the upside down cake that is us.
Done and dusted.
At 12 Noon today, I handed in and defended my final year project. For all intents and purposes, I’m a college graduate 💪💪! !
Wow…. four years. Somehow, this girl over here actually scaled through college. It’s surreal to be honest. I, along with my friends, have talked a good deal about the whole ‘finishing school’ thing but actually doing it is a whole other thing entirely.
There’s just so much that might and might not happen, you know. It’s a beautiful adventure but also a nerve-wrecking one. I’m beyond excited to take this journey and can’t wait to see where it leads.
As you might have noticed, I’ve been somewhat absent from the blog these last few months. Well, I’m here to explain myself. I have barely been posting and interacting these last few months because I’ve been healing.
Up until a few weeks ago, I was (for the 100th time) considering quiting writing. I was unsure where I stood as a writer. It all began to seem like I was in a constant cycle of misery and self-loathing. To be honest, I’d already written my goodbye post for the blog. I was ready to put it up, until I spoke to one of my dearest friends who read the post and told me not to do it. She suggested I take a step back for a while and simply live and breathe again. And I did just that. I took a few months to do nothing in particular and rediscover myself, rethink my writing as a whole and just be…..Happy.
Well, I’m back. I’m refreshed and ready for anything. I’m pleased to announce that I’m finally done with my bachelors degree which gives me more time to write.
You’ll also notice that the blog name has changed. From now on, it will be called the Reverie Child, a name I’ve had in mind for a while. Also, I’ve taken down all my previous posts. Yep, we’re starting afresh and I’m loving it.
Stay tuned for more…