It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
May 2017 be a year of daring
Another Xmas done, leaving full stomachs, fridges and bins yet as I get older, memories of missing family temper the joy.
It felt like I made less progress this year and I guess that’s because I dropped the idea of using projects that I could measure against. There were also a lot of expectations that finishing my studies would see an immediate impact, when in fact there were a number of more important things to do with that free time.
Sometimes it seems Christmas is more about what we want, rather than appreciating what we have or understanding what we truly need. Three years ago I set up this blog to fulfil a want and for the most part I have done that. I suppose I’m questioning if that took care of the need and if I am getting the most out of what I have.
The answer to that is not a New Year’s resolution. It’s simply an ongoing commitment to get better at my craft and keep pushing myself into unknown territory.
For Black And White Lovers
by Lize Bard
You could say that I am a struggling artist of some sorts...
travel and adventure
Image your Life
The Fine Art of Creating Beautiful Images!
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.