Friday 26 July 2013

Neglectful Blog Owners

So apparently it didn't take me long to start being lazy about putting up blog posts. Not surprising. I won't even bother with any pathetic excuses.

Do you ever feel like everyone else is living a more glamorous life than you are? It's the feeling you get when you flip through a magazine and see all the celebrities' daily lives documented with paparazzi pictures. Maybe all they're doing is walking their dog, or going to their local Starbucks, but there's still this aura surrounding them that the rest of us will probably never be able to possess. With celebrities, the feeling makes sense. After all, it's what their careers are based on. But sometimes, wallowing in my sad ordinary-ness, I start thinking that everyone out there having a more exciting life than I am.

I want something more than just a daily routine of school, sleep, Facebook, and not much else. I want to meet new people, go to new places, write about new things. I want to be free of everything that's holding me back, which if I'm being honest, is really my own lack of motivation. Apparently I'm only capable of (very) small bursts of inspiration. Usually while listening to a song such as Never say Never (Yes, it's Justin Bieber. No, I will not be ashamed.)

I hope I'm making sense here; I don't have the energy to go back and edit once I finish writing this. It's a good thing this is going on the Internet; maybe it'll remind me of what I want in life whenever I'm feeling extremely unmotivated.

Until next time. Hopefully I'll have something more interesting to talk about than my own sorry life.

Wednesday 10 July 2013

A Short Explanation

Now would probably be a good time to explain the name of this blog. A Place In This World is a song by Taylor Swift (more on my obsession about her later) written when she was about my age. The best way to explain why I chose it would simply be for you to listen to the song. The lyrics talk about being a teenager and not really knowing what's going to happen to you. In other words, it's a song that describes me very well. Not unhappy or discontent, just slightly aimless and still comparatively carefree. 

Summer is somehow almost halfway over. Every year, these two months pass by quicker and quicker, and the upcoming September is already sneaking up on me, trying to arrive unnoticed. I always begin the summer with a list of things I'd like to achieve, but I inevitably waste all my time engaging in crucial activities (such as sleeping in). Then, all of a sudden the back to school ads start playing on TV and I realize I've once again managed to accomplish not very much at all. Thankfully, this year seems fated to be more productive than its predecessors. At least I actually sat down and finally created this blog. And I've got lots more ideas for the remaining portion of summer. 

Here's to hoping those ideas won't just stay as ideas. 


Tuesday 9 July 2013

Dreams and Introductions

At some point in our lives, our childhood aspirations turn into one of two things - wistful memories or tangible goals. Some, such as our dreams of becoming Superman, are destined not to become reality. Others slip through our grasp, even though we've tried our best to hold on to them. More are abandoned, buried under excuses and pretenses. This blog is my attempt at turning daydreams into reality.

The thought of a long introduction bores me, frankly, so I’ll keep it short. I’m a teenage girl looking for a place to express myself, to practice my writing, to act as though I’m incredibly wise for my years. It’s my sincere pleasure to meet anyone who actually reads this. To connect this with my first paragraph, starting a blog is something I’ve been thinking about. It took me a while, but I finally stopped procrastinating and fabricating excuses and created this. It’s not a dream fulfilled just yet, but it’s a start.

The topic of dreams comes from a conversation with a six year old that happened to me about a week ago. While sitting on a bench and watching kids risk their lives on the monkey bars, this question came up: “What’s your dream?” Of course, this came after a lengthy explanation of her own ambitions involving dolphins and houses filled with water. Unfortunately, we both concluded that such a thing would be highly impractical. At least I did. Her response was it was only a matter of time before she grew up and could design a house that could accommodate a dolphin. Anyway, to my own response to her question; I told her the truth. I said I wanted to become a published author. Something that not many of my own peers would know about me, since dreams rarely, if ever, came up in our teenage conversations. The closest we ever get is are discussions of future universities and careers.

Even more amazing than the question was this girl’s confidence that I could accomplish my goal. She didn’t doubt it for a second, just as she didn’t doubt her own dreams. A confidence that is to be envied, in my opinion.

I suppose that’s a long enough first post. If there are any errors, please forgive them. I’m rather anxious for this first post to become reality. Once again, it’s very good to meet you.