I’ve been thinking that it’s time to move on from this blog and, after over two years, I have very mixed feelings. There’s a lot of posts on this blog that I’m proud of and I certainly don’t want to lose my wonderful followers. Alas, I am growing up and with that my thoughts and ideas are developing. I have decided that the best thing to do now would be to start fresh.
I might be back, if my new blog doesn’t work out, but – of course- I’m hoping it will.
If you want to follow me over on my new blog, I will be eternally grateful. If not, until next time.
Please remember that my blog has moved to here.
I fancied a change of scenery and so, towards the end of October of 2014, I started a new blog that acted as that change of scenery. If you want to follow me, please do so over there. I scarcely post here anymore.
Nevertheless, thank you to all of my supporters – if any of you are still about. <3
For whatever reason, I’ve always been a firm believer that things happen for a reason. For something that is so illogical, the concept is seemingly so logical – which is an evident contradiction in itself. How can it be that things do happen for a reason? Yet, how can it be that there is no reason for the things that do happen? I suppose that believing in a reason – whatever that may be, unclear or not – is much more comforting than believing otherwise.
Among other beliefs, I am yet to decide whether or not I believe in karma – although I do enjoy the concept. My issue with karma is, if it does exist, why do bad things happen to good people?
When blameless people suffer hardships, it can often test our belief in a loving and just universe. Too often are innocent men and women killed horrendously; children who have never harmed a soul are brutally murdered; and, in general, people who have lived nothing but a righteous life are put through experiences one would never want to even consider.
This is an open note and not addressed to anyone specifically but if the shoe fits then please wear it.
I have never been naive enough to expect to go through life without being introduced to people who seem to have far too many faces. I have never been astounded by the fact that others have, for lack of a better phrase, “stabbed me in the back”. I have never been surprised when I have heard a rumour about myself, because it’s a common thing to deal with.
People will make assumptions – many that are not true, others that simply don’t concern them – and people will talk about these assumptions. It is an inevitability of life. If you haven’t experienced this yet, then you can either beware and think yourself lucky or you can be confident that you just aren’t aware of these rumours and two-faced individuals.