Metaphors In Runic, Part III

My doggo starring as a skilled notebook holder ❤

Metaphors In Runic, Part III

“I think about pinball, and how being a kid’s like being shot up the firing lane and there’s no veering left or right; you’re just sort of propelled.

But once you clear the top, like when you’re sixteen, seventeen or eighteen, suddenly there’s a thousand different paths you can take, some amazing, others not.

Tiny little differences in angles and speed’ll totally alter what happens to you later, so a fraction of an inch to the right, and the ball’ll just hit a pinger and a dinger and fly down between your flippers, no messing, a waste of 10p.

But a fraction to the left and it’s action in the play zone, bumpers and kickers, ramps and slingshots and fame on the high-score table.”

~ Holly Sykes, Bone Clocks, by David Mitchell

Metaphors In Runic, Part III

I think it’s sad, how desensitised we get as we grow up. A little kid will look at a sunset with their mouths open, amazed. And so do I.

But for so many people, a sunset is just another thing, not worth looking at.

And how sad is that?

If you have no time to admire the setting sun, the beautiful phenomenon that keeps us living and breathing, even just for a second, what are you living for?!

In the last post I talked about all the little things. You have to retain some of the child in you to appreciate them.

The other day, I was out shopping, when I saw a little girl walking along with her dad. She was doing this little wave at him, laughing to herself. He definitely wasn’t amused (I can’t say I blame him though, she looked like she’d been doing it for a while). She kept looking at me as she walked past. I smiled at her and waved back.

And her little face, it just lit up. I made her so happy, with just a smile and a wave. Made her day. And really, why can’t life be that simple?

Have a think about that, it’s worth a discussion! (albeit a heated one, haha)

So I guess that one of this year’s main goals is to keep a firm grasp on the child inside of me. I can only hope for a good amount of people to do the same. ❤

Ciao! 🙂 ❤ ^ ^

The key is, not to love yourself, but the child in you. That way, you’re much more forgiving.

Page two, doggo still keeping up his profession 😀
(disclaimer: this probably counts as controversial. I apologise if I upset anyone! ❤ )

 

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