The Unaimed Playlist For Your Sunday Lives

Foxey Lady - Jimi Hendrix 

World Filled With Love - Craig David

Sorry - Justin Bieber

Homecoming - Kanye West

Love Yourself - Justin Bieber 

One - Mary J Blige ft U2

Ghost In My Head - Andrew Watt 

Born Under A Bad Sign - Albert King ft Stevie Ray Vaughan

I'm Still Me Because You Were You

I'm still me because you were you.
I could count the countless memories we made simply looking up into the sky, wishing that we could shine like the stars shone.
I'm still me because, during my darkest days, you were my helping hand 
Never fleeing from danger but rather heading towards it head first, with blank minds 
A little bruised from all the jumps we tried to make but failed.
But it never stopped us. Nothing ever could. 
I'm still me because, despite every time we got mad at each other, we never wanted to be far from each other.
I knew of nothing else so beautiful than the friendship you offered me and I didn't want to.
We were these gigantic messes filled with naivety and so many dreams.
And like every naive child, we thought we were invincible thinking that the world rotated around us.
But we were very wrong.
Twenty-four months ago, I would have said that our friendship was destined to be infinite.
I can't say that now...not that I was ever good at speaking.
So I'm writing about it.
It's been a year and I'm still here.
I'm still me without you.
A little grazed, a little restless from life but I'm persistent
A few months ago, we set off to Somerset with some friends like we do every year.
And I swear during that week time stood still while we enjoyed ourselves.
We were no longer confined to the expectations of society nor those of our families.
We stayed up until 2am playing midnight cricket, laughing and playing music.
But like all good things, it came to an end and suddenly, everything was alien to me, once more.
I have now come to realize that life is not for everyone, and no, I don't mean it like that.
I'm still me because of more than anything in the world, I want to see you conquer your dreams.
But every once in a while, the past creeps back in and lets me know what was lost.
And it's hard to learn, that this is your new path in existence.
I'm learning to embrace it because this doesn't define me.
While we grew tired of each other.
We were awakened to new loves, and of course, I do have days where I'm overwhelmed by my sudden losses.
But I'm still me because you were still you.
I'm still me because our friendship was like no other. 
Now, I'm discovering how to be me, without you.
And that for the time being, while I catch my breath, we are going separate ways, each becoming our own person.
I know that this is not where we end.
Like everyone else, I was thrown into life head first, no map and a blank mind.
I chose you because you understood me more than anyone.
I'm still me because you were you,

Until the end.

Believe Every Word I Say

Friendship

Letters To People I Love: Pray For Paris

Dear Paris, 

I write this to you and also to the several other people that will stumble upon this 

If I had a table to stand on and read this to you I would, but I write this from my bed with regards that this tiny spot on the internet with have to suffice 

I'm deeply saddened that I am writing to you in times of distress and sadness 

After all that you have been through this year; after all, you've conquered, only to be faced with another tragic 

I write to you in hopes that the thousands of people that come across this post will be humble enough to take a break from their lives and pray for your resurrection

I never understood what drove people to carry such murderous acts on innocent lives. I still don't. 

And I know that's bullshit but maybe it's a good thing because what is gained from such heinous acts upon humanity?
I will not speak of those that have lost their lives for that is another matter 
But rather, I will speak to those egotist cowards that have shattered a nation
Look deep within you, real deep within and find a soul 
I know of your sad wakes in the morning and that deep inside your mind is nothing but a burdened notion
I used to think that a man could endure everything and hide the anguish within him. I was wrong 
It's a tragedy that rose without warning leaving a vast number of infected minds

Before the world was disfigured. 
Before we were petrified by our neighbours and frightened of ourselves 
We enjoyed each other wearily and we tolerated each other in every way possible 
But yesterday we were burnt out, other people are pursued by evil acts to cause pain
The silence. It was something that happened between us and it was beloved 
Now it is a weapon used against by our enemies to censor our truth
So don't tell me that your actions were in service to something of higher existence
Terrorism has no religion!
Your actions were not just an attack on Paris but an attack on all of the humanity
The events of yesterday were merciless and heart-rending
But we stand behind you awaiting your rebirth to show that you will never give in to extremism
If anyone can overcome this, it's you, Paris 

Rev. 14:13

My favourite picture that I took during my trip to France & Belgium. As we were walking back from the Thiepval Memorial, I noticed that there were only four poppies in this field and it was a spectacular view, so I captured it. The poppies grew in the memory of the honourable soldiers that lost their lives in the service for their country. 










Then I heard a voice from heaven say, "Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on." "Yes," says the Spirit, "they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them." - Revelations 14:13 

REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY

8 Things To Give Up

1. seLf rejectiOn
2. negatiVe sElf talk
3. criticisiNg OtHers
4. being A people pleaser
5. procrasinaTion
6. fear of failurE
7. (M) holdIgn onto gudgeS
8. expecting perFectIon (T)