After the recent earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand and the tsunami and earthquake that has hit Japan, I can’t help but feel as though Mother Nature is not particularly happy with our world at the moment, and if I’m honest, I think if I were Mother Nature, I’d be a bit annoyed too.
In the UK, we’re more than lucky – we don’t get real earthquakes, our country would struggle to be devastated by a volcano, we sit nicely in a safe area, not too close to any tectonic plates, not anywhere we’re really at risk, and so sitting and watching a tsunami rip through Japan, dragging cars, vans, even houses back to the shorelines, is hard to comprehend, let alone digest. And not only that, but now they face nuclear disaster as well? How can any one place deal with so much?
I mentioned to Chris the other day that it almost seems as though we’re heading towards Noah’s Ark, that we’re not being grateful enough for the magic we’ve been given, that we need to be reminded of what we, as a world have, so we can stop taking things for granted. That isn’t to say that I believe Japan deserve what they’re going through – I don’t even know if I’m saying the opposite. It’s merely an observation that our world is trying to tell us something.
I’m not an especially religious person. I don’t really believe in God, but I believe in something bigger, believe that everything happens for a reason. So whats the reason for the death toll in Japan which has now reached 977 with thousands more missing and injured? I don’t know the reason, but it makes me really, very grateful to be sat on my sofa, safe and warm, but makes my heart pound for those who aren’t. I know it’s not enough to be thinking of Japan, that I should be doing more if I can, but I am thinking of Japan, and I’m hoping for some good news for those left behind soon.
On a completely different note, March is an unusual time for me, with a lot of memories – some good, some amazing, and some not so good. But this month, after handing in my notice at a job that was beginning to make me ill, it’s been quite positive. I’ve realised that working in a job you hate is a mistake. Even if you’re only doing it just to pay the bills, life is too short to do something you don’t love, or at least doing something that you can abide, as long as you don’t loose sight of what it is that keeps you ticking over.
I love to write, and even though at this moment in time, I’m not writing as regularly as I should, I know that one day, it will be my job to write, be it stories, articles, novels. Even if it changes as often as you change your clothes, as long as you keep striving to do what you love, I don’t think you can go too wrong.
I’ve been overwhelmed by what I call ‘itchy feet’ lately. I was under the misapprehension that travelling to New Zealand would treat my travelling bug, but it seems my exposure to the beauty of somewhere like that has only worsened my condition. That’s not to say that I’m not content in my flat in Darlington, with my kittens, and my sofas and my happy relationship, I am, I really am. But I have an overwhelming urge to see the world, and to go to places like Japan and somehow make a difference, rather than just bumbling along living my own life. More than anything, I want to make something better for someone else.
Ramble, ramble. What kind of writer doesn’t formulate their thoughts into some kind of coherent, structured sentences?