Summer Days

After writing my last post, I looked back and reflected to my life growing up, how I became who am, who i’ll be later on, and who i’ll meet tomorrow. This reminded me of the days of Summer where meeting your friends was the pinnacle of everything, school was over, life began. I remember meeting my friends at a small stream where we could cool down and live in the heat. With nothing but a small speaker and a towel everything seemed to be perfection, the only thing to stop us was the rain that guided us back to somebodies house, nothing could try and stop us.

Sumer seemed to be the time where spending time with everyone seemed essential, we were adamant to go home; taking the first steps home meant that the fun was over, if we could have stayed out forever we would have. But this didn’t mean that the Summer was perfect, learning seemed to follow us even after we had ditched school for the next 6 weeks. Arguing had become more common, as seeing everyone every day would teach us the annoying quirks of other people that we once appreciated, but now resented. By the end of the Summer’s school seemed almost wanted, although this quickly became a  regret around one week into school.

As Summer would end we would attempt to keep to the same patterns, in two degree weather we would stand at the same field and talk as if nothing was the problem. But we knew that the days would be over, this just meant that we would have to find someone’s house. But when we weren’t allowed in, the night’s cold would take us for all we were worth, the frost growing on our chins as the swings swung steadily through the chilly air.

Once spring rolled around, we treated it like Summer, it was Summer. Coats were out, and sunglasses had arrived once again, even if the clouds had overshadowed us. It was inevitable that Summer would come around, just as it was inevitable that it would end. But whatever the case the memories gave us something that we couldn’t find anywhere else. As the hot air beat on our necks whilst we ran across the fields shouting at one another insults,playing tricks with their conscience yet also making them laugh. Summer was a time, but everything else was a moment.

 

Yours sincerely

D.J Caller

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Boredom

I’ve spent many days waiting for the clock to return back to twelve, the next day after all gives you new expectations. But boredom comes when you least expect it, wether you’re optimistic about the next day or not, it’s just another ‘sensation’ that reeks itself over you and drives you to do nothing, but expect yourself to do everything.

I’ve spent weeks where I’ve met the same people and done the same things, but why I ask myself do I continue doing it? Is it the feeling that I have to? Must I spend every minute with people that I might not know in ten years. I don’t have to. I know this. But being without somebody Is just as frustrating, after all when you’re bored with friends, at least you can be bored together. But growing up in a town boredom was a regular pattern to my lifestyle, there was nowhere for anyone to go, the movie theatre was the only place we ever spent much time in. But paying £7 Regularly was a struggle, we felt as if we were miners caught in a depression.

Money as you can guess was the other issue, boredom doesn’t come at a price, neither does happiness, although the ‘premium edition’ does. I remember us trying to scrape together bits of change in an attempt to buy a burger from McDonalds, (I personally didn’t want it, I just owed the guy). That was a single time though, we generally weren’t that bad. But as I said living in a town doing anything entertaining would cost a sizeable fee, at least to a teenager. And when you were caught in a world that made you want more, your bank account played the limit instead of ambitions; This wasn’t to say I wasn’t grateful, but in terms of entertainment money would be an issue.

But even on my most mundane day the sun would still shine, this did let us combat our tedious weekends, sometimes a ball would be the key to the best day of the month. If watching television with you’re friends gave you some form of amusement, then playing football on a field can be the greatest thing ever, the sun showering your soul as the only thing stopping your enjoyment is the moon. But even when that was the case moonlight can create the Summer night that you never forgot, as the night darkens and the heat goes down, you split back to your houses, only to return the next day to repeat it again.

Boredoms comes at no price, but sometimes the best things won’t need a price anyway.

Hope you enjoyed reading.

Yours sincerely,

D.J Caller.

The First Chapter

The first time of anything is trouble, the fear that comes from it can be enough to throw anyone off their talent. The only difference though is that if you continue doing something long enough then eventually the first time will be one of the most important moments. It’s the moment that you began something you love. I love writing. I couldn’t tell you i’m afraid to write this post because if i didn’t I’d be more scared I had no talent.

If you have found yourself here around the time of when it was written, congrats, you’re probably one of the first people to read my work, I hope you like it, i’d give you an opinion of my work but you probably won’t know who gave the opinion.

It’s a rare moment when you decide to start something like this, it’s a rare moment when you decide to start anything. Even the ‘go getters’ will have a point in which they won’t try something. Fear will drive you to begin many things though, wether it’s jumping out of a plane, or asking the girl you’ve dreamed about because of the fear of living without anybody is enough to make you do it (if you stick around long enough maybe I’ll tell you a personal account).

But whatever the case, sometimes you need to begin something, so that when you end it, you know that it was worth doing, or maybe it wasn’t.

We’ve all debated beginning things, so why don’t we all do follow through? As I said fear can drive anyone to do anything, it’s the one emotion that will make you crazy enough to try whatever’s needed. But also many won’t start something out of laziness; The couch is a better friend than the keyboard, after all, the average keyboard has 101 keys, the tv remote only has around 20-30. But the lazy ones aren’t the ones I would say are the worst.

The worst to me will always be the ones that give excuses, we’ve all met the one that says they want to start, but don’t have time. Shame. Starting something is hard, but keeping to it is harder. To say you want to start is the equivalent to me saying I want to go to the store, but can’t go as I don’t have my car, even though it’s 5 minutes away. Everything is five minutes away once you’ve started, just sometimes the walk is harder.

This isn’t an inspirational article though, I couldn’t tell you i think i’m better than anyone for starting this post because I’m not. I do this for enjoyment, it’s my television, it’s my late night drink. Writing that is. Speaking of late night drinks stick around, there’s always a story worth telling there.

This was my first post, hoped you all liked it , leave a comment if you’d like, i’m always open to criticism. After all improvements are one of the only things that can’t leave you.

Yours sincerely

D.J Caller