Bethlett .

86. " Sometimes quiet is violent"  Car Radio, Twenty One Pilots Our minds are so powerful they have no limits. There's no end to what you can imagine. There's no barrier, which is amazing but also scary.  Sometimes silence can be deafening. The sound of our own thoughts going around and around can be the loudest place on earth. When sometimes all we want is for it to be quiet. I find that when I'm by myself with no music to distract me, no television I get lost in my mind, I think of things I thought I forgot. I remember moments of my life I wish never happened.  Sometimes it's painful. Thoughts can make us sad, they can reveal the darkest parts of our mind and bring them to the forefront to sit there and niggle away. We don't benefit from them, they're just there. And some people don't know what to do with them. They have no way to channel them.  Sometimes, Silence can be torturous.  A silent person doe

85. Are we truly seeing what is in front of us? Are we seeing the beauty in it?  I pass these fields each week during my forty minute bus journey from one place to another. They catch my eye each time. My music playing so loudly in my ears it seems to take over, causing my thoughts to go into overdrive about the depths of what life is, what my life is etc. I look at the fields that go on for miles and miles, and in the distance there is a whole city. Where thousands of people are. It's not until I look out at the fields I realise that we are the ants of this earth. Tiny beings surrounded by the chaos.  The fields are calming. To some they are only fields, those people are right, they are only fields. But if you really look, just stop one day and look out they show more than you would ever imagine. If you allow them too.  They show me that things aren't always so crazy. Not everything causes my mind to become busy and lost in the mist. They show me that an

84. Make a difference Write a masterpiece  Jump the hurdles Let you in Stop my running  Fight to stay Prove people wrong  Write a song Find I'm strong Find my voice Fly a plane  Be rid of pain Be confident Stop this front Stand tall Stop the fall Be something great Be remembered  Be proud Maybe I'll look back and think I won Just, maybe Much love B x 

83. It's strange how I sit here and write whatever my brain creates in the moment of writing to possibly absolutely no one. These posts reach an empty space on the Internet and who knows if people read them each time I press publish or whether people think 'not another one' and turn away from them.  I have zero plans for direction when I write, the words seem to just appear on the screen. It's probably obvious that this is my style of writing isn't it? My thoughts change route as I type. All I know is that something is in my mind and it wants to leave. It doesn't want to stick around. It niggles at me until I type words to release them from the empty space that's my mind. I don't know if people take the words on board, I don't know if people can relate. I get very little feedback. But that doesn't bother me. I don't write for feedback. I write because the words want to be gone.  Writing is my escape from life, it's my pocket o

82. We will spend a lifetime in a state of having no idea. We have no idea what we are going to go through and we have no idea of what anyone else has been through. Everyday is a mystery, nothing we have planned is solid and almost everything we do is unexpected. The things we try to expect may in fact give us the opposite feeling or realisation of what we believed it would give us.  How many times have you wanted to do something because you've thought it would be a good idea only for it turned out terrible? Or you have done something you thought would be terrible and it was the most amazing thing you have ever done?  Much love B xx