AWWWWW....

Wonders of the sun

I type very well not, because morning it is in, and coffee, one I have not had yet.
Very well, i've just made an espresso, so, all is well.

I am actually in a rush as i type this post (not because of the coffee, i am off to Kingston this afternoon). Topical, as key topics of today's lesson are the 'sun' and 'town life'. I hope it remains sunny this afternoon.
Anyway, I want to share my joy in my feeling of freedom when I go about town. I have not lived independently during this time of year, since my accident (hmmm or before hmmmm  mmmm),  and i'm enjoying it. I must admit, that as I am not 'attached' or feel 'hooked up', i have learnt that Sun = Skin = Distractions. Whilst the sun is good, it can bring problems. As a male, it is fair to say that these fashion/clothing distractions are unavoidable.
Anyway, rush. Basically, I feel a lot more comfortable now, existing in a wheelchair, about town. Being about town, lets you experience a world of all sorts. Everyone s different, nobody is 'perfect'. I have also made a note to remind me that the town centre is not a nice place, it is a very useful place though. Read into this whatever you will. I'm basically talking about  the shopping 'centre' of town.

Right, finito. adios xx 

business card

Whilst I am having plenty of these printed, I am also uploading it. I know that you probably all have the information supplied, but it seems perverse to not share.

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...and more....

A good definition, needed researching.
To  fully support the concept of destiny, most believe it necessary to declare and accept this notion of choice (free will) as illusion. Another belief, known as Micaic Destiny, states that free will and destiny can coincide in harmony. This argument states that we all make only one unchangeable choice every moment. Simply because a certain choice will inevitably be made does NOT mean that we do not make our own decisions. This belief assumes that we have no power to accurately and precisely predict the future.


......ok?

TOTAL ranDoMness!

WARNING: Sorry for the use of a four letter word in this post.

Hiya. Bonjour tout le monde. I type this, on a thursday afternoon - random, and am not directly caffeine infected. I had some earlier, but that's neither here nor there, I have none now, so the outcome of post comprehension is now unknown.

Anyway, too much rambling, sorry. The topic for today's lesson is 'total randomness'. I want you to go away, read this again and again ... and again. I want you to learn that 'shit happens'. Although I am very very grateful for my education in Design, and feel it has helped form who I am, I do realise that it can be dangerous creating 'a design for life'. The Manic Street Preachers should know.
Anyway, forgetting the musical reference, we must remember that 'shit happens'. There is no way anyone can plan/design with 100% certainty...... i think. I'm probably wrong, but no, I am always right, so there.
Hmmm.

I continue, I believe, and always have that everything happens for a reason, but I also believe in fate. I think that although everything happens for a reason and everything has a cause, i believe in fate and destiny. Everyone has a destiny and although we may try to form our own, through varying causes or reasons, we all have to face fate. Life is a journey that we are all on, our fate is just the different ways we travel on the route to our destiny. We all have different routes.

Damn, this is some good shit!! 100% Colombian.

Sorry, I jest. I hope you understand the paragraph above, I'm not sure that I do! Basically, although everything happens for a reason, it can be impossible to plan. There is no way of foreseeing EVERY aspect of the future. It'd be very dull and boring if we could plan for everything. I've tried contacting Mystic Meg, but it didn't work, disappointingly.

Following this belief, has calmed me, making me less worried about my own circumstances. Sorry, I can be totally egocentric, just llke everyone else.

A long post, as I type this on thursday, so have had a 'longer' week in which i compile notes.

An interesting note that i noted from the newspaper, I want to share due to my surprise. The Hungarian government are proposing the allowance of new mothers having an extra vote in an election. It is argued for because "children are the future". Whilst this is true, I am not sure that this democratic, surely it is encouraging all Hungarian women to be extra horny/in need of sex? Hmm. Is this good/bad? I don't know. Sorry, just an interesting fact for ya.

Anyway, as for our own election, I remain totally unbiased, but ask you to simply read up and make sure you know what your voting for. If you do, you'll quickly see sense... YES!
   

A smile works....

I  type this week's post distracted, as ever. I do not talk about it though as the devils are winning (bad bad bad BAD). Proof that money cannot buy success.
Anyway, the weather has been good, ain't it (change of subject)? The sun always puts a smile on peoples' faces. I have learnt a very good route  along the riverside into Kingston. Yes, of course I have befriended a brilliant cafe as i reach the town. Fortunately, I know that it is important to 'know' the right people. I realise however, unfortunately, that some people must now recognise me as 'the one in the wheelchair'. That is why i will surprise them when i am seen in the future, walking, out of the wheelchair. I'm sorry, but i have to remain positive, it is the only reason for anyone/thing's existence. Positivity = existence.

OK, er, right, end of maths and physics lessons, sorry. I feel like I am used to it now, existing below everyone else. You only learn so much of this whilst in hospital or rehab homes, and a large percentage of 'others' are also wheelchair restricted or indeed bed-ridden. It is since I have lived independently (99% of people are 'able') that I have experienced life in the real world. It's great ain't it?!

I know that I am 'different' to everybody else. But ah well, no-one's the same, everyone's different. I am very fortunate in that I have kept my mind strong and managed to call on it when needed. "A beautiful mind or a beautiful body, I know which one I'm gonna end up with". Another song lyric, from the first Verve album, ' Beautiful Mind' off 'A Storm In Heaven'.
Anyway, I feel that I am now used to existing below everybody! I guess I just make up for it with my extreme intelligence! I jest. No, seriously, I feel that I am psychologically used to this sub-level existence. Fortunately, I realise how important it is to smile. By smiling, one reassures people that things are ok or good and well. It is a positive gesture, can be passed forward on and on. Even if communication is limited for whatever reason, a smile can last forever and is invincible. It is such a simple way of communicating, and creates good. Everyone wins : )  

distractions.....

I must warn as I type this, whilst experiencing big distractions. As well as having my coffee, ready to be drunk by the side of my computer, there are of course chocolates to be had (amaretti and coffee flavour, mmmmm). I also have football commentary calling in the background (Chelski v Man Utd).
So, as usual, i warn you of the possible lack of comprehension.
I used my mobile to make notes for this post, when i thought of them earlier in the week. I had a strange (but not unusual) greeting yesterday, from a man on the high street. I was moving along Victoria Road, perfectly fine, as usual, minding my own business, when i got greeted by an older man who then sent me a wish, "may God bless you".
Now hmmmm.
He'd got me. I briefly thanked him, went on, puzzled. Now, obviously all the best was meant, but i carried on puzzled. Surprised, i tried to analyse the statement. I am not religious, so we fall at the first hurdle. Anyway, suppose I was, I would need to thank god for allowing me to survive my accident, keeping or retaining my mental state, and maintaining my friends. So I feel that asking for any more would just be greedy!
Essentially, I was stunned, annoyed that i get separated out from the public for being in a wheelchair. All the best was meant, so no hard feelings, but why me? I feel like I deserve receiving that message just as much as the next person, but then, he could be a secret mad axe murderer, I don't know .

Also amongst my notes is "Rehabilitation is not a destination, it is a lifelong journey. So, essentially, I must pick my best route and select my finest steed."
Now, I sound theological and extreme, but hopefully you understand. I have spent my time since my accident, and will continue, trying to accept, understand and learn that I am incredibly fortunate to be on a journey. A lifelong journey, on which the only progressive direction, is to improve in every way. When I remember back into hospital life, I realise how much has changed in my lifestyle in a relatively short period of my life. As long as i keep on doing what I'm doing, the sun will be brighter (the same mentality as I needed between hairpins 3 - 6 of climbing Alpe D'Huez). I know how incredibly lucky I am to be on a journey in the right direction, as I know that not all people are this fortunate, journeying perhaps on a scary downhill, or just along a flatland facing constant miserable crosswinds, whatever direction.

Hmmm, I use a lot of cycling analogies, hopefully you catch my drift. Actually, I also thank cycling for providing me experience of handling a wheeled machine over various terrain, cambers etc  

More song lyrics....

As you can probably guess by now, I love my music tastes. I always have, and always will. Different songs and artists are favourites at different times, usually because a different story is being told. Pay music the respect it deserves and everyone will find their own story.

'Velvet Morning' - The Verve - Urban Hymns

Yes
It's been long
And yes
I still feel strong
Into the half light
Another velvet morning for me yeah
Time
Stands still
As you take
Your last pill
Into the half light
Another velvet morning for me

And now I'm trying to tell you
About my life
And my tongue is twisted
And more dead than alive
And my feelings
They've always been betrayed
And I was born a little damaged man
And look what they made

I said, don't you find
That it's lonely
The corridor
You walk there alone
And life is a game
You've tried
And life is a game
You're tired

Yes
I'm coming down
Your beauty is
A color surround
Into the half light
Another velvet morning for me

And now I'm trying to tell you
About my life
And my tongue is twisted
And more dead than alive
And my feelings
My feelings, they've been betrayed
And I was born a little damaged man
And look what they made

He said, don't you find
That it's lonely
The corridor
You walk there alone
And life is a game
You've tried
And life is a game
You're tired
And life is a game
You've tried