What I learnt on my Journey.
We have only one life so we must not waste it. As we grow up and mature our parents give us advice about this and that but sadly we are inclined to take very little notice to what they have to say possibly because as yet we have not realised what life is all about and less as to how long we have on this earth to live it. Some of us a very short time, some not long, then some of us a little longer and some quite some time, and then some are lucky and get the chance to live a long life. “No one lives for ever”.
Sadly it seems only when we get old and our time is nearly all used up do we suddenly realize there is no time left to do all the things we had hoped to do and what a lot we have missed. All around us millions of people all live a different life all doing different things. As we all cannot do every thing it seems to me we should at least do something, regardless how small, as small to us might be big to others. Begin as soon as you can, do not waste what time you have, get out there and do what ever you want, the world is your oyster and you are free. Contribute your piece to make this world better for you and yours and all others who will follow you, it will not be easy we can only do our best, however.
Remember do not leave it too late
Sunday, 20 January 2008
This all began due to a news paper item.
My friend Bill loves his daily paper, it comes before everything else, while giving it a quick look through, his eye caught the heading of a story it was about a young woman who had decided to move house from the City of London to live in the countryside. A story which was being written by a journalist who had decided for some reason to take this long step (gosh) from there to here, to my part of this Country to my home town or rather my little village by the sea. Well at the time he pushed the paper under my nose, I was busy cooking the lunch so it was only a cursory glance to begin with however when I managed to get a minute of spare time I decided to give it another look, Her story, quite interesting I thought, however nothing at all like the real thing.
The real thing well I have to say I believe it takes more than five minutes to discover the meaning of life in the Country. I said to myself in a very loud voice and of course to Bill, in a more loud voice and to any body else in the vicinity, if this young women could write about the countryside then so could I There began the writing Game, now no longer a game it had become a fact it has now become a full blown Saga.
When it began I have to admit, I wondered what I could possibly write about, I could hardly begin to think of anything interesting at all and decided I would have to sit down when I had a minute to spare and have what I call, a big think.”
How surprising it was as once I began to concentrate all the multitude of things I began to remember I soon realised not all memories are pleasing, but there it is not all are bad the good
with the not so good as they say. I had begun the story and found I just had to go on.
.
I must admit at first I was stumped I just did not know where to go where to start I had never written any thing like this before it was a case of here there and every where, I know one would say, begin at the beginning. However, tell me, where is the beginning?
I also had to think, could I write something that might be of interest, especially good enough to read, would someone want to read about me and all the other children when we were youngsters, growing up here in our little village, in those years before the second world war and some of the years following, what we did where we went, things we planned, our great ambitions, oh yes, we
too had ambitions amazing ones I might add once we got going.
The real thing well I have to say I believe it takes more than five minutes to discover the meaning of life in the Country. I said to myself in a very loud voice and of course to Bill, in a more loud voice and to any body else in the vicinity, if this young women could write about the countryside then so could I There began the writing Game, now no longer a game it had become a fact it has now become a full blown Saga.
When it began I have to admit, I wondered what I could possibly write about, I could hardly begin to think of anything interesting at all and decided I would have to sit down when I had a minute to spare and have what I call, a big think.”
How surprising it was as once I began to concentrate all the multitude of things I began to remember I soon realised not all memories are pleasing, but there it is not all are bad the good
with the not so good as they say. I had begun the story and found I just had to go on.
.
I must admit at first I was stumped I just did not know where to go where to start I had never written any thing like this before it was a case of here there and every where, I know one would say, begin at the beginning. However, tell me, where is the beginning?
I also had to think, could I write something that might be of interest, especially good enough to read, would someone want to read about me and all the other children when we were youngsters, growing up here in our little village, in those years before the second world war and some of the years following, what we did where we went, things we planned, our great ambitions, oh yes, we
too had ambitions amazing ones I might add once we got going.
The Begining
Now what can I tell you, something that you might like to hear maybe about what it was like to live and grow up in a small village on the North/East coast of England in the years before the second world war which began in September1939 and the years during the war and the years after the war ended in 1946.
Friday, 13 July 2007
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