MISSED OPPORTUNITY

Recently I had the great misfortune of watching the movie ‘The Mist’ with my mum. The plot was ridiculous, the actors were okay but unconvincing and the ending was just as bizarre. However, what I found most intriguing was that it was based off a Stephen King novel. You know, the guy responsible for ‘The Shawshank Redemption’ and other absurd titles. (I’ve never actually read any of his works but judging off ‘The Mist’ I am not too eager to start). Anywho, the recent watching of said movie compelled me to explore more about Mr King so I engaged in some wider reading and research (by ‘research’ I mean speed- reading his Wikipedia page) and in doing so stumbled across some wise words, his ‘formula’ for learning to write well – “Read and write four to six hours a day. If you cannot find the time for that, you can’t expect to become a good writer.” It then goes on to explain how King aims to write 1000- 2000 words a day about who knows what.

Now, ever since the beginning of high school and probably in late primary I knew I wanted to become some sort of writer. My English teachers liked my essays and a few said that I had potential to become one but I guess I’ve become complacent what with high school being completed and my time being free. Also, after reading those words of advice from King I became afraid that I wasn’t really going to make it as one (I mean, 4 to 6 hours a day?!). But as time drags on and the days feel shorter I feel as though I have to start somewhere, right? And I do have a few things to say – and dammit, I’m going to write them.

When i think of the words ‘missed opportunity’ a few things come to mind. It may be as trivial as missing the opportunity to say hello to a stranger and start a friendship, maybe missing an opportunity for a job when you missed the interview, realising too late that you  set your alarm for 7pm, not 7am.

These examples are all prime candidates for truly defining what those 2 words mean to most people. But for me, lets go back into history…

There are names that transcend time, legacies that remain protected and discoveries that have been made that prove invaluable to modern society.

Albert Einstein and his theory of relativity.

Charles Darwin and his theory of evolution.

Georges Lemaitre and his big bang theory.

Stephen Hawking and his theory of… everything.

All of these proposals have proved to be a great asset to the evolution of modern scientific theories and discoveries, expanding our knowledge of… us.

However, there is one thing consistent with most revolutionary scientific theories. If i were to list all the individuals responsible for significant advances in human history, one pronoun will dominate its counterpart.

He. His.

You don’t need to remind me that times have changed and opportunities for women to excel is at an all time high. I am grateful and i appreciate that we live in an era so advanced and sensitive to equality.

However, going back to the time when women were viewed as objects and servants, as trophies for their husbands where obedience was desired and domestic violence was a legal right.

How many women were deprived of the opportunity to excel in any field, to contribute to major developments, to leave behind a legacy greater than their offspring? How many women were publicly shamed, humiliated or brutalised when protesting injustices, demanding recognition of basic human rights? One need only to research the injustices suffered by the suffragettes when campaigning.

Women were shunned they were working mothers. Women were shunned when they were not mothers. Women were shunned when they were not obedient, shunned when expressing free thought, expressing knowledge, expressing wisdom.

Women were shunned.

So, when i think of missed opportunity, i think of the scientists that couldn’t experiment, the artists who couldn’t paint, the spokespeople who couldn’t speak and the people who couldn’t be. I think of the women who stood in the background, waiting and watching.

Perhaps that is why it angers me when people oppose the campaign for equality because ‘times have changed,’ stating that people shouldn’t complain because others have had it so much worse. And i do agree to an extent- many opportunities are readily graspable for people of all genders and abilities –

But there are still discrepancies with body image, wage gaps, domestic violence and rape culture that still resonate in today’s society, holding those back who’d rather excel.

So when campaigning for equality, think not only of today’s problems, think of the women who fought for where we are today and provide a voice for those who missed their opportunity.

“I am not free while any women is unfree, even when her shackles are very different to my own.” ~ Audre Lorde

 

 

 

 

STAYING UNIQUE

Living in a society where absolutely nothing is original, it’s kind of hard to define yourself and to not be a ‘follower’.

Do you ever wonder if someone, somewhere is doing the exact same thing as you, no matter what age, race or location? How many people do you think cried today? Fell in love perhaps? Lost someone dear?

Have you?

Just recently, I watched Taylor’s ‘Bad Blood’ music video for the first time (sidenote- possibly the greatest video of all time). My brother, noticing this, asked me if I liked Kendrick Lumar.

“Yeah, he’s alright” I replied.

“He’s alright?!” said he, “oh my god you are such a follower, discover someone original!”

I can’t remember any further remarks, but I remember thinking, ‘Who are you to dictate what i like and don’t like, and last time i checked , you yourself are a fan of Lumar’s, dickhead.’

I’ve learnt that there are two kinds of people in this world, those who invent, and those who re-create.

Alexander Bell invented the telephone, and Alfred Gross invented the walkie-talkie.

Now, do you think that Gross’ invention would have been even slightly possible if it weren’t for the telephone – something some other dude thought of some 50 years earlier? Probably not.

The idea for the walkie-talkie was not original, but a re-creation of Bell’s invention.

So, how can you be truly unique? How can you shape yourself into something completely foreign to everything else? Two words, you can’t.

Our vocabulary, our style, our taste and our knowledge are all shaped by whatever stimulus we surround ourselves with daily. We borrow characteristics from the people most close to us and incorporate those traits into our own personality. We don’t do it intentionally, it’s human nature.

I guess the message I’m trying to get across is to NEVER let ANYONE tell that you are not unique, because, what is? Literally. Nothing.

So, you CAN wear those clothes, you CAN like that ridiculously famous TV show, you CAN like Kendrick Lumar and don’t let ANYONE stop you!

Also, I’m saying that what you are feeling right now- be it happy, sad, in love or lonely – you are NOT ALONE in feeling it, because what you are going through right now is (probably) not original, because (say it with me) NOTHING IS TRULY ORIGINAL!

YOU are beautiful, YOU can do this, YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

I came to this world with nothing and I’ll leave with nothing but love.
Everything else is just borrowed.
~A tattoo on Ed Sheeran’s left bicep, and the quote- of course- IS NOT BLOODY ORIGINAL.
xoxo – Katie.
EDIT –  Antonio Meucci invented a ‘voice-communication apparatus’ five years before Bell’s debut of the telephone – now, I don’t know if Bell stole Meucci’s idea or whatever – but not even THAT idea was original.

WELL, HELLO

You have no idea how long that took me to think up the title..

First things first, I don’t have the faintest idea what I’m doing nor how to run and consistently update a blog.

So, why am I here?

Stuffed if I’d know, I’m young, I’m… spontaneous

I guess we’ll start with the general ice-breakers…

My name is Katie, I’m 6239 days old (give or take the days in the leap years), from the currently freezing, Sydney..

See? i have no idea what I’m doing, I’m currently 68 words through this blog post and I’m literally lost for words.. i don’t even know what the content on this blog will be nor the intervals for updates nor how long the posts will be..

I guess you can say that there will be no pattern followed on this blog (ha!)

and i have this fancy idea that i will finish every blog post with a quote of some sort, which i guess is some sort of pattern..

When I’m sad i make baseball bats,
When I’m happy i make birdhouses
 ~ Homer Simpson.
-xoxo Katie.