2010s – why I’ll miss them

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With only 16 days lef tin this decade, I’ve started to feel more turbulent emotions of how I feel that a huge new chapter is opening in my constantly growing and exhausting life. I don’t mean to say that I have it terribly hard but the last year in particular was much heavier than those that preceded it.

I’m in a boarding school and I’ve tried talking to my roommate about what it feels like to leave this decade, and that’s where we seem to have horrifically differing opinions on what it should mean to us. For him, he doesn’t seem to care very much and that kind of makes me upset. I’m 16 and he’s 17, and I can’t see why he doesn’t see the significance of this decade to us and our generation. It was the 2010s that we began to become who we are today. Before 6 years old I seriously didn’t know anything, other than to walk, talk and sleep. Admittedly I was probably behind most children as it took me until I was seven to learn the months of the year (I was preocupied watching Ben 10 and such other things obviously). This was the decade I began my “serious” education, I began to form my own concious, no longer completely following all my parents and superior’s orders or rules. I questioned authority and really thought about things. This was both good and bad but in the end made me who I am. My last year without a doubt was definetly the one in which I truly became who I am. Up until I was fifteen I had probably grown as a person by 50% and the other 50% was from this last year. I had my GCSEs, I made most of my friends, I embraced my true identity and accepted my suppressed sexuality after so many years and then came out. This academic year I’ve started the works of making LGBTQ+ members of my school more empowered and less afraid, though there still is a lot to do. All I can say is that at the beginning of September last year, I could not have possibly imagined how much my life would have evolved and it makes me both nostalgic and on the verge of tears as I think back to the days of me trying to be someone who was not really me.

Enough on me, I imagine that a lot will have changed for older people on this planet. Some would have gotten married and had kids in this single decade. People have been crossing the globe in a constant fret, so many people that are to dictate the future were born, whilst so many also have moved on to whatever comes after this life. I don’t really know how I feel about a new decade where I am actually concious and thinking, “wow, a new decade”, but I believe it’s something between sadness, regret and a spark of happiness and hope for an even brighter future.

I really hope everyone has enjoyed the last decade as I did for the most part and it’s times like this that make you really think about life I believe. I’m sure you may have regrets about the last decade but also can look back at the good times too.

I think I should probably stop this ramble, whislt I still am somewhat emotionally intact, but thank everyone for the average, crap, mediocre, amazing, fantastic, trash, fab and something of a decade, and wish you the best for 2020.

Love,

John.

i hate time and the sharia law

So, I’ve probably descended into a funk and it sucks. I just read a blog post talking about the sharia law that is implemented in many Islamist countries that lets people have a lot more freedom in finding ways to kill people without being persecuted, simply because these people are only different in the way that they don’t specifically love someone of the other sex alone. I will not go into too much detail, because already I’m out of my depth and don’t know enough about the law and beliefs of Islamists to accurately breakdown what everything means and other stuff (I’m bad with words). All I can and will say is: why? Why would you kill another human being? Does it really matter so much that they don’t follow the specific blueprints that the Qur’an dicates a living human being should be? People aren’t items that can be discarded if they’re considered faulty or wrong, and even then who’s to judge what a “faulty” human is? I really don’t mean to offend anyone, but the main standing point for this, actually any, belief in most religions is from a book written over a millenium ago! When was the last time a true miracle was shown? Why has a God not shown itself, if it’s out there somewhere. Because God is holy and above us, we should simply blindly worship and give our life to serving a being who could not exist… Seriously, ever considered that God is an idea or figment of imagination created by people so many years ago as a means of manipulating and controlling mass populations of people. I happily support anyone that wants to pray to a higher being, to have something to believe in, but there’s a line that sadly has been crossed on multiple, unforgivible occasions.

Honestly, I’m only sixteen and severely under-knowedged on this specific topic but I can’t stand by and do absolutely nothing as innocent people who only want to live their lives are being persecuted to a death sentence. Sometimes I am too shocked by how small-minded such a large percentage of this world’s population is. Even though I despise time and its taunting that everything comes to and end, I do appreciate its attempts in trying to make everyone more equal and though we are obviously still not there, we are closer than we have ever been true equality, whether it be for genders or sexualities, race and so many other silly factors that really mean nothing, since they’re still a person who lives, loves and then eventually dies. It’s so simple.

Once again, apologies if I offended you and there are probably better ways to say what I have written however, every word contains the emotion and fury I have for those ignorant twats who decided to draw the line for which people are to be restricted by. Finally I have nothing more to say since I’ve depleted myself, so bye I guess.

Love, John.

P.S. feel free to share this with anyone, whether they’d oppose or side with me.