Sunday, 12 February 2017

What Is It All For?




As I sit, surrounded by notes and folders and essay questions and pens and paper, I think to myself; why am I doing all of this?

I've always been driven. It's a quality of mine which I take pride in. I've always been told my ambition is something I should take great credit from. I do. 

However, A-levels have introduced me to a life where there does not seem to be a balance. Yes, I go out with friends and enjoy time with loved ones, but this is heavily outweighed by writing essay upon essay, and making flashcards for the folders which are already bulging. 

So I ask myself, why am I doing all of this?

I feel passionate towards my subjects. I've always loved English, had an interest in History, a passion for Politics and a deep-routed admiration for Drama. However, I find myself so drained from work with no real goal. The only goal I really have is to be successful, to make the most of what I've been given in life. Is that enough?

I've never been the person who knows exactly what they want to do with their life. I've always loved writing and playing characters on stage, but the question of turning either into a career scares me. 

I know people who have exactly what they want to do in their mind, and are therefore working to achieve that goal. Some want to be an actress, a doctor and even an engineer. 

Perhaps it's good not to know exactly what you want to do. All I know is that I need to work hard, so I don't build boundaries that will limit my future.

So that is what I'll do. 

Do you know what you want to do with your future? Do you ever wonder what you're working for?

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Why Is Vinyl Back?





Why is vinyl back?

Since being given my Dad's old record player, my love for vinyl has grown. Then, when my grandma kindly gave me a Steepletone for Christmas 2k16, it multiplied by one hundred. 

I'm trying to work out why it's back; I think I may have cracked it. 

We live in a modern age where most things aren't there to touch. Music is stored on our phones, photos on our hard drives and story drafts on our computers. 

You can hold a record. You can read the lyrics on the back of the cover as you watch the needle read the melody.

It's not about quality of sound, it's about the aesthetically astounding authenticity that comes with holding vinyl in your hand. Its in-explainable; the crackling sound as the needle touches the record is enough to send warm fuzzies down your spine.

And that is why I think I will always love vinyl.