The Height of Knowledge or The Peak of Ignorance?

Have we reached the height of knowledge or the peak of ignorance?

I am young, yet the longer I live on this planet, the more I come to realise how foolish and utterly ignorant some human beings are despite the wealth of information at our finger tips.

Please note that this blog post is generalizing and of course there are numerous exceptions.

Some of the things I see posted on social media makeme want to both  cry of despair and laugh at the stupidity. Every generation has its flaws, but I feel like the one I’m part of is a new level of ignorant. Or perhaps it’s just easier showcased nowadays with such massive emphasis on social media and the internet.

Let’s leave social media alone for a second. Have you heard some of the things that people say/do these days? Recently I’ve come across a few moments where I’ve seriously wondered what on earth is going on in some people’s heads.

People so often argue; argue about trivial matters. People so often look for drama and if they can’t find it, they make some.

Even when people argue about significant matters, they make points and arguments with little to no knowledge of what they are talking about. I’ve seen too many ignorant people argue with no substance and no truth and this really bothers me.

Now, I don’t know how to combat this issue, because people who are ignorant generally don’t want to be told otherwise and seldom take advice well. I suppose at some point these people will have to realise for themselves that ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is damaging to you as well as people around you.

We have extensive encyclopedias of incredible facts, discoveries and knowledge. However, the way we talk, conduct ourselves and treat others cannot simply be learnt through reading a Wikipedia page. That must be taught. That starts at home and amongst peers.

So, my plan: be an example. Don’t be ignorant. Don’t be foolish. Don’t sink to those levels. Self-improvement is key.


An “Attitude of Gratitude”

This is something that, I’m sure, has been the topic of multiple literature pieces – and, for good reason. The ‘little’, seemingly insignificant things in life are just so incredibly important. And, despite the number of times we’ve been reminded of this, we still forget this and take it for granted.

Today I sat and had a cup of tea with my dad in our living room. We chatted, discussing some of my school work and the rugby that was on in the background. Nearing the end of my cup of tea, I stopped for a moment where I realised how beautiful the moment was. We were both in a good mood. We were both just happy and enjoying the tea and each other’s company. How incredibly privileged am I to be able to do that?

This morning a friend texted me, asking how I was doing. But not the usual : “Hey, how’s it going?”; a serious : “How are you actually doing? I care about you”. This really got to me. A text that probably took about a minute to write, meant so much to me.

When I get home from a long day at school, the first thing I usually do is make a cup of tea or coffee and sit down at the piano to play a song or two, just to relax before I do more work. This small break is like a little getaway in my day and I love it. I have realised now how much I appreciate these short 10/15 minutes.

These three examples are three of many that I could’ve chosen to mention. And just taking the time to think about these have slightly altered my perspective on life to an ‘attitude of gratitude’, as they say. And I’m happy – happier having realised how blessed I am to have these things.

So, as a fellow human being who knows that life really sucks sometimes, I implore you: notice the small things and appreciate them. Acknowledge the things, people, places and activities in your life that make the tough times bearable and the good times great. Live with an attitude of gratitude.


Uniqueness. An interesting, yet somehow difficult-to-achieve concept. I am still a teenager, and this constant quest to try and be special, memorable and ‘unique’ has, in modern times, taken a strange turn.

I look around me at my high school. What I see is 70% of the school’s students dressing, talking, acting, doing and looking the same. I mean, that’s what high school is all about nowadays – right? Fitting in. Being accepted. Being popular. Surviving.

Then I see 25% trying (too hard) to be different. These, in my opinion, are the typical teen rebels. They try so hard not to fit in to the other 70%’s norms, that they, each individual on their own quest, don’t realise that they aren’t unique. They’re just like the rest of the 25% who are doing the exact same thing – trying to force uniqueness.

Then, I see the other 5%. This small group of people are truly unique – without even trying. That’s part of their intense beauty. Each and every individual in this group is different. These are the people who are so comfortable within themselves that they are 100% themselves. They pay no attention to the norms and what others are doing. They don’t try to fit in, yet they don’t try not to. They’re too focussed on being and loving themselves. These people shine. These people are incredible.

And the great part about this group is that everyone and anyone  can join. It’s just a case of finding out, through trial and error I suppose, who you are and who you want to be. Once you are happy with that person – you have it. You’re unique. And happy.

Sadly, I don’t know which of these groups I fit into just yet. I strive to be of the last group. And I hope that one day I will be; however, I have yet to learn to find my own path and be myself in a world of clones. But I assure you, when I get to that point, I’ll be the happiest individual alive because I’ll be me.

3 Seconds to Make a Day

Have you ever wondered how many people have walked past you and thought you are beautiful? Have you ever wondered how many people have had a crush on you? Or how many have silently wished that they knew you better? How about someone thinking that they really like your outfit?

It’s a  strange but slightly uplifting thought because, guaranteed, at some point in your life, a friend, acquaintance or even a stranger has looked at you and thought something positive about you, anything from “Wow, she is beautiful” and “He’s hilarious!” to “I love those shoes! Wonder where she got them?”

Now wouldn’t it be incredible if we all voiced those positive thoughts? I, personally, would not only feel good about myself, but would probably have my day made if someone were to take three seconds out of their day to tell me they liked my outfit, or that they thought my hair looked good today. That’s all it takes – a few seconds – to encourage and uplift someone, if only a little bit.

That has become one of my goals of this year, and the rest of my life for that matter. I plan to tell people anything positive that comes to mind (tastefully, of course), because who knows what someone might be going through? That small compliment and a friendly smile could mean the world.

And, believe it or not, it not only takes nothing away from you, but adds to your day too.  There is no feeling quite like seeing a smile on someone’s face and knowing that you put it there.

So I encourage you – voice your positive thoughts and take 3 seconds to make a day…


I Am Music

I’ve always loved music and lived music. It’s a part of me… No, wait – it’s the whole of me. I almost feel like I am music. I make it,  think it, feel it, dream it, breathe it. I find myself subconsciously tapping my fingers to a beat inside my head, or zoning out when someone is talking while I sing a song in my head or come up with a potential lyric.

I don’t think I’ve gone a day without doing something music-related – listening to music, playing an instrument or singing. I can’t quite remember where I read this or who said it but there’s a quote that I firmly believe in that says: “Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about”. And whether that ‘something’ is a person, a place, or a job – in my case, it’s music.

I’m pretty useless at voicing my thoughts and emotions and this is when I find music most useful. How else do I express what I’m feeling? Even an instrumental piece can convey ample emotion and meaning, telling an intricate story.

It’s like I have a multitude of little worlds – each song, album or artist takes me to a different place and I use each for different purposes – some just for a good time; others for cathartic reasons.

I’m sure I’m not the only one, but I still feel like no-one really understands how much music means to me and how much I love, no, need music. This is why I am music.