I am an average,
A painful average,
I have lived in the same
Averaged size house, on an
Average street, in an
Average little town,
my entire life.
And when I look out of my
Average size window,
I can see hills,
Mountains,
Caging me in,
Warning, threatening that
Average is something I will never rise above.
But the word average never appears in my dreams.
In my dreams I am stood on top of those mountains.
I am staring out into a beautiful world where I can be anything,
Where average does not exist.
And then I wake up.
In the same
Average size bed. In my
Average little house.
But those dreams…
It is our dreams that give us hope.
That tell us we can defeat our demons.
Our dreams remind us that
Average is not an aspiration,
It is merely a stepping stone.
Wednesday 23 April 2008
AWWW... THIS IS ACTUALLY QUITE COOL...
Me and my sister were clearing some junk from the attic today, and we stumbled across a time capsule we made approximately five years ago. It was really cool. We found letters that we had written to ourselves and had a right laugh at pictures of ourselves that shall never again be seen due to their horror.. you should see the matching hairstyles that we were sporting.
But at the very bottom of this time capsule was a tiny locket that I had bought years and years and years ago, and inside this locket was a scrumpled up piece of paper with 'Every Cloud Has A Sliver Lining' written on it. I had completely forgotten that I had ever bought it, and now I've found it again, and it's all very nostalgic and lovely. It was really weird to see how much had changed, and how much hadn't (in the letter to myself I was complaining about being single).
When this time capsule was created my sister hadn't even started dating bloke-with-beard, let alone having a child and moving in with him; the letters PBB were not even being contemplated as anything other than just three random letters, in fact I didn't even know half the PBB.
It was really cool. Now of course I really want to make another one.
Hmmmm.....
(BTW Today is Shakespeare's birthday)
But at the very bottom of this time capsule was a tiny locket that I had bought years and years and years ago, and inside this locket was a scrumpled up piece of paper with 'Every Cloud Has A Sliver Lining' written on it. I had completely forgotten that I had ever bought it, and now I've found it again, and it's all very nostalgic and lovely. It was really weird to see how much had changed, and how much hadn't (in the letter to myself I was complaining about being single).
When this time capsule was created my sister hadn't even started dating bloke-with-beard, let alone having a child and moving in with him; the letters PBB were not even being contemplated as anything other than just three random letters, in fact I didn't even know half the PBB.
It was really cool. Now of course I really want to make another one.
Hmmmm.....
(BTW Today is Shakespeare's birthday)
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