Saturday, 18 April 2015




Ah Paris (I say this in the French pronunciation "Pah-ree"), the city of love; where passion, happiness and romance completely consumes you... Is the exact opposite to how I felt when we arrived. I was fucking miserable. As I dragged myself through the train station, throwing strops and tantrums like a 3 year old, all I wanted to do was get to our hostel and go to bed.

Wondering around the train station like two lost sheep, Jack and I tried to figure out where to go, or where to start shall I say. As the Parisian's barged passed us, zigzagging in all sorts of directions, I couldn't concentrate, even the English language seemed foreign. I don't know if it's just me but I'm pretty sure the maps in France make no fucking sense, a sign showing your destination will point in one direction and when you get there, you end up in a bin or walking into a bloody wall... This is not Hogwarts France, platform 9¾ does not exist.

Firing evil looks at Jack and replying with one word answers (as if it was his fault we didn't know where to go), my patience grew thinner and the blisters on my feet grew bigger, so we decided to head to the information centre (probably something we should have done when we first arrived).

Dashing out of the Metro Station, feeling slightly relieved because it's similar to the London Underground, we didn't realise how far away our hostel was, especially because the final tube we needed to get was closed for maintenance, typical! The information centre didn't tell us that back at the station though did they! Luckily we managed to get on another tube, which took us right to our destination, or so I thought. It felt like we were walking for hours to get to our hostel, the roads seemed to go on and on and the sign posts and maps made no bloody sense whatsoever but once we got to the hostel, I was so happy I almost cried. Now all I needed was a hot shower, my pajamas and a good nights sleep to recharge my batteries.

Waking up feeling slightly refreshed, I was ready to explore Paris and everything it had to offer.


Thursday, 16 April 2015



Wednesday, 15 April 2015

BACKPACKING EUROPE: Rouen, Vernon & Giverny, France

The Old Mill of Vernon, Vernon


Wandering the streets of Amiens


Monday, 16 March 2015


Do you ever have those moments in life where a sudden wave of euphoria fills your entire being? Where an unexpected feeling makes you feel at peace for no apparent reason and the world makes sense for awhile... A feeling that is physically impossible to grasp and difficult to sum up into a matter of words but when you feel it, all you want to do is smile, be still and wallow in that calm and enchanting warmth, which consumes your whole, entire body... That right there is living in the present moment, that is true happiness.

I have experienced those moments spontaneously since I can remember but it wasn't until I got older that I realised what those moments were or what they actually meant. I never fully understood what 'living in the present' was or how to even live presently but growing up helped me to understand and once I fully understood, I also started to see and comprehend what the meaning of life really is.

Living in the present doesn't come naturally to us anymore, as we are raised in a society that is fuelled by time, routine and excessive thinking. We are either living in the past or focusing on the future but are rarely experiencing the 'right now'. We're too busy questioning life, rather than living it. Nine-to-five jobs and constantly thinking about the past and the future is filling us with regret, anxiety and depression. Its difficult to break away from our minds, even for a split second because that's all we are taught in this generation.

Happiness is hard to acknowledge and grasp when we live in a world driven by hypocrites and materialistic ideologies. From the moment we take our first breath and open our eyes to the world for the very first time, we are taught to obey the media and worship technology. We are taught to be afraid of life and each other, and that having lots of money is the 'right way to live' and the key to success, and if that's not your goal in life, then you're doing it 'wrong'.

We are told that our body size and looks are more important that our own happiness. We are influenced in so many unhealthy ways, including what we should and should not think and I just feel like saying, oh fuck off. Ask yourself this; when you were in school, was there a lesson that taught you how to be happy or how to find happiness? Were you taught what the meaning of life was? Were you taught how to accept and deal with common disorders such as anxiety and depression? No. Instead, we are just taught a load of outdated bullshit that has no real meaning, stuff that does not benefit our souls or helps us to progress in a healthy and meaningful way.

Life is not just about living but living in that present moment. It's about doing whatever you can to find your own, individual happiness and then recognising that happiness when it's right there within you. Happiness is not a feeling that you need to describe. You don't need to ask questions or try and come up with some logical conclusion on why you feel that way... You just do. Feel it. Enjoy it. Embrace it.

Let go of your ignorance and fears and learn to appreciate and acknowledge those present moments right now, before they slip away. Your path to happiness starts here, right now.

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten...

- Natasha Bedingfield 


Wednesday, 18 February 2015


When the world is starting to wake up and the inside of my house is completely still, a calm and tranquil feeling pervades my body and leaves me with peace of mind. Something about the morning sun makes me feel grateful and tells me that I'm going to have a good, positive day. I live in a very basic city so the view from my bedroom window isn't exactly picturesque but it's amazing what you can do with a good zoom lens and a shutter button.

I'm not one of those people who naturally has an 'eye' for things in photography, I usually just 'point and click' but lately, I've started to see beauty in things I hadn't noticed before. There is just something really magical about nature and I enjoy trying to capture all of those many colours and details within that frame, which really make the image feel alive, like it did at the present moment.

I may live in a characterless city but even so, there is still beauty to be found, you just have to look a bit harder. My photography may not be perfect and that's cool because it's not why I take pictures. I take them because when I like the way something looks or makes me feel, I want to capture that moment forever and then share it with the world, so you can see what I am seeing today.

"In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made." - A. Lynn


Tuesday, 10 February 2015


I'm exhausted, I'm lost. I want to smile, cry, scream. My mind feels empty but my thoughts feel heavy. I feel disconnected, absent, what am I doing? How do I find my path, my journey, when I don't see a beginning, or an end? I'm searching but I can't find it. I'm immobilised, I'm trapped. Claustrophobic thoughts and unexplained emotions fill my soul. I can't breathe. Who am I? I feel nothing. I feel numb... Where did my sunshine go?

I'm 24 years old and every job I have had since I was 16 has just been another step closer towards the job I was recently doing. 2014 was a challenging but very progressive year for me. I was promoted four times in 10 months and the money attached to that progression was great however, I've now been off "sick" since the beginning of December 2014 and it's not because I am weak or I couldn't do the job, it was because I was distracted and consumed by something that meant nothing.

The corporate world is hard man and I really do pity humanity for having to conform to such unfulfilling, unsatisfying and unnecessary bullshit. Why are we being distracted from real life and real reality? Reality is not even what we know it to be. If reality is defined as 'the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them', then why the fuck do we use reality as another word for money and employment? Reality is not about going 'back to work' or 'paying the bills'. Reality is about opening your own eyes and looking out at what is right in front of you, what is real. You don't look up to the sky and stars at night with judgement or an opinion or a purpose. You look at it because it's there, because you can see it. We may not be able to touch it or feel it but we know it's there and that's reality.

Trees are nature; they are real, they are reality. You can see them, touch them. They grow freely and undisturbed and are not owned by anyone or anything. Trees keep us alive at no cost or price, yet we chose to cut those trees down just so we can create pieces of paper, which do come with a price and cost. Pieces of misleading paper that is created out of our life source. Why does money control everything and everyone, when money is simply created by nature? Nature doesn't have a price. Nature belongs to no one.

The society we live in, breathe in, are growing in, is controlled by people who don't give a shit whether we live, nor die and that is very sad. What is wrong with us all? What are any of us really doing? I understand everyone's need to earn money; to provide for their families and to be successful but is that what life is about? Is that what the meaning of living really is? Because if you honestly believe that's what life is, then you my friend are lost and I feel sorry for you.

Life is not about who has a better car, or who's got the iPhone 6 or posting a picture on Facebook of your new pair of trainers to make your friends jealous... Life is about living. SO FUCKING LIVE! All of our lives may have their own individuals stories to tell but remember, every single being on this planet has a story, a story that starts the same and also finishes the same as everyone else's. This 20th century invention of a career has lingered on and haunted humanity for too long and we need to break away from it. Stop judging each other and competing with each other. Break away from this miserable, robotic society and really live in the present moment. At the end of the day we all want the same thing don't we? To be happy? So just be fucking happy.

So at this present time, I may be feeling lost and an air of melancholy may surround me but at least I now understand what life really is. I don't need to be a slave to the people who only have one pathetic purpose, I don't need power and I don't need a 9-5 job that fills me with anxiety and no self-worth... All I need to do is be happy. How I choose or you choose to be happy is up to us. How we choose to fill in the middle of our story is the journey of life and that is exactly what I am going to do. We only have one life and I want to live it the right way, my way.

She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn’t simple.
She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept.
She always had something to say.
She had flaws and that was ok.
And when she was down, she got right back up.
She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best.
She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.

- Robert M. Drake


Thursday, 29 January 2015


Port Wemyss, Isle of Islay


Sunday, 25 January 2015


Do you sometimes gaze out of your bedroom window, at the world in front of you, and think to yourself, 'why the fuck do I live here?'

You probably would if you lived in Coventry.

Born and raised - that's me. I kind of hate that phrase because although, I was born and raised in Coventry, I wasn't exactly raised by Coventry. Yeah it will always be home and yeah it will always hold a significant place in my heart, be it an untidy and awkward place, but it will still always be my home. My friends and family are here, my childhood is here and I've shared so many memories and experiences with this city, yet I feel as if those moments could have happened anywhere.

It's difficult when you live somewhere that has lost it's identity and has been replaced by meaningless architecture and polluted souls. I want to want to wake up in the morning, get out of bed, look out of my window and be ready to seize the day. I want to feel inspired, motivated and creative but instead, the only thing I see is a blur of traffic and the same featureless buildings. I want to not know what the day holds for me, or perhaps know but look forward to it. I want to have a purpose, move forward and feel excited but I'm not. Before the day even begins you already feel suffocated and lost.

Now, I look out of my window and see the world beyond Coventry, I see the sunrise breaking through the clouds reminding me that there is more to this life and that although, Coventry is my home, I can check out at any time.

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey - Tad Williams


Thursday, 22 January 2015


Good morning world. This is my blog and my adventure. I hope you all have a beautiful day.

Not all those who wander are lost ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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