via I see this
New Year, new opportunities
New ideas, new perspectives
Same old selves,same old behaviors…
We need different habits, different endeavours
In order to accomplish what we’ve planned,
And to be satisfied with the outcome
In the end.
Once upon a time, there was kindness. Once upon a time there was respect. Once upon a time there was gratitude. But everything was once upon a time. Nowadays people seem to have lost the meaning of these words. They are not a part of the majority’s vocabulary. What happen in 20 years? Where did it all go? I am frustrated and worried about the world we are living in.
Nearly one year ago I came to this country because I was curious and because I wanted to try something new. Got a job in education and was quite ecstatic for a while. But then it hit me. I started to see the cracks in the walls, the dirt under the rug, the tears behind the perfect smile. I started to realize that the educational system has so many flaws I could write books about them and that the free education system is merely a joke. Joke on us, the teachers. We are underpaid to deal with behavior issues that need to be dealt at home, to be hit by students and to chase them around the school. Learning takes many steps back and is actually left behind all that chaos. And then we are asked for progress, for pieces after pieces of evidence, for better results.
Therefor I conclude in saying that a job in education has stopped being rewarding and empowering. Parents ask so much and do so little, children are rude and have no willingness to learn whatsoever and we are left broken, penniless and with regrets.
Might be the end of the road,
But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong
Nor that is right,
When you end up a fight;
Pieces are broken
Hearts are torn open
And love…well,love is forgotten.
There are so many memories that come back to life through the lyrics of a song, through words that carry you back in a certain time and place, that can never be re – edited because copies are not worth extra effort. You can’t go back in time, but when memories are resurrected they remind us of an older version of ourselves. And older becomes wiser in time and lead to present where you are about to make new memories. It seems like life is made out of beats and lyrics, pictures, snapshots of random moments that become special only as the time goes by. We live through music and images like in a movie that describes the life of someone else that turns out to be us in the end. So live, love, create through verses and never skip a beat. Life is amazing!
Freedom has its price
Are you ready to pay it?
Think before acting.
Must admit I really like this city. It’s vibrant, interesting and it doesn’t stop to amaze me. Here are some more images in timeless black and white:
Here I am back on the road, this time moving to big city. A small town girl, living in a lonely world, like the song said, came to life in this amazing new place. Well, not sure how amazing it will turn out to be, but so far , so good. Must say I like it here.
First day in city centre with hubby, we got tricked by Google maps and ended up in the same spot not 1, not 2 but 5 times. My feet were in pain at the end of the day. After all it was an interesting experience as I constantly snapped freely around neighbourhoods, to remember where I got lost. ☺
Here’s some proof I ‘very been there. Sending you some English vibe from Manchester.