I can see why people turn to religion.
Not those who have been brought up religious, as I believe that is indoctrination, but those who were never religious in the first place and choose to follow one of the many Gods that have been created.
It is the desire for meaning. The wish to have,and to know, your life has a purpose.
You are here to do God’s work. Part of a greater plan. Momentarily passing through this plane on your way to something much greater.
It is a comfort. A white lie that allows you to wake each morning and go to bed each evening believing that these 80-years are not just an accident of biology and evolution.
Continue reading “On Life, Death, and Living the Dash”
If we were speaking of any other topic, the issues of cost, permanence, and visibility would be seen as positive, but when we speak of tattoos, all of these, for some reason, become lines of attack.
When we discuss cars, jewellery, or technology, the price is often seen as a sign of quality, but this attitude is ignored when we talk of tattoos. The ink that we choose to put on – or should that be put under – our skin is dismissed or even criticised as a waste of money. People I speak to are shocked when I tell them how much money I have spent on this body modification – around the £4,000 mark currently – but in the same conversation they are more than happy to announce how much they spent on Friday night in a club, or on Saturday afternoon at the shops.
Continue reading “Tattoos: An Expensive Hobby or a Lifetime Investment?”
The idea had been born in the mind of Hazy Joe. So called not just because his name was Jonathan Haze, but also because each time he was seen he was engulfed by a cloud of marijuana smoke.
The only thing that the university cared about more than money was reputation. Though the two were inexorably linked.
The snow from the Winter of Discontent had begun to thaw, and though the battle had been lost, many still refused to believe that the war was over.
Politically the student movement had quickly learned that it had no power. The opposition to the university tuition fee rise was passionate, but ultimately futile. Abandoned by their political representatives, the students could only look to one another.
Continue reading “Nine Thousand Reasons To Stand Up”
I have always been granted the title of Scrooge when it came to Christmas, but it seems that this year I am finally deserving of it. What’s more is that I am not even ashamed to bear such a name.
Whereas Scrooge went from cold-hearted Christmas hater to lovable Uncle, I have done somewhat the opposite. Obviously when you are young and innocent Christmas is a time of receiving shed loads of presents, getting fat on sweets and chocolates, and staying up late to watch films. Though there is still some of that to be found as you grow older, your mind begins to place the celebrations in the context of your life. Or at least it should do.
Continue reading “2014: My Last Traditional Christmas”
I don’t tend to write much about myself on here, despite the fact it is meant to be a personal blog. I use this as more of an online portfolio, and the chance to practice piecing together articles, and improving on the journalism skills I am gaining.
Going to buck the trend here a little, and make this slightly more personal. The writing has taken a back seat as of late, so this will not only fill the void a little, but also explain why said void has appeared.
Continue reading “Don’t Wait To Start Your Life”