All arise passionate couch potatoes

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Watching a movie may seem extremely intriguing. Isn’t it? Trust me, that was the case when I cuddled the warm and welcoming arms of my pillows, inevitably soothing my phalanges all over. But, it was weird…

I watched this movie called ‘The Imitation Game’ and it was a great story. Loved the use of camera angles, intensity and the overall plot. It was full of action, controversy and contained a lot of historical context, which I found rather quite exquisite; however, as I watched the movie in action, I remember a scene distinctively where Alan Turing (the main character) was on a chair thinking intently on his plans of his ‘machine’. Although it was pretty simple not really in need for recognition, for me, this movie revolved around the whole legacy of human existence. How we grow and how we have developed so much as a society compared to start of human evolution. What we define as science and how we come closer to perfecting morality within us. Personally, what got to me was the sense of dedication the actor had placed in pursuing the legacy of his temporary character.

An actor through our perception is no more than what we see on the television. A character travelling through a depicted story. However, the sense of passion I felt, watching him do what he genuinely loved, exceeding the social conditioning and achieving his dreams led me to find his name, his story. Benedict Cumberbatch.

Actors are all the same if you look at it. Actually all celebrities are very similar. Don’t worry, I am not degrading the successful mathematicians or the marine biologists, as they are leaders of their own successes; but the way I see successful people, they made life work for them. Just like Benedict Cumberbatch, they’ve come to a point where they are behind the screen living that dream that some of us want to grasp onto. For me, indulging in temporary comfort on cushions made me contemplate my life. Yes, I was comfortable and happy. But movies as a whole are entertainment for our laziness. To compliment our needs for good humour and joy. To be our personal cinema in our luxurious lounge room. The actors are not the central idea of this thought. The script writers, the directors and all of the costume designers, whether significant or not, are all making life work for them, all on an infinite scale of genuine success.

The way that I figure it, everyone sits on a different scale of understanding. Understanding of love, humanity or even donuts. But whether you see me as a silly annoyance or somewhat, an interest, this only remains a argument open to interpretation. I hope though, that this ignites a possibility that, some will see this and make their dream, work for them and become true!

Yours Sincerely,

Locke Dor

 

Immersion of ‘Daytime Dreaming’

“We are youth, the future generation”.

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Dear lonesome dreamers,

This is my declaration to escape to mythical land of flowers and glares of the sun, avoiding inevitability; prancing on the possibilities of genuine happiness. I wish sometimes, to hold the bare ability to dream, fall into the flesh of aspirations, flee from expectations and just simply, exist. You see existence is what we all obtain, however this is all the characteristics that consume us. To enable passion and ambition allows us to believe we are more than existence. Currently, I sit amongst life questioning my choices and decisions, but why should contemplation depict future probabilities? I wonder, causing my self to wonder once again. Come with me, exceed societal expectations and live through moments captured like this… Appreciate the present, and grow through the finer infinities that consists of ‘now’. For our mark, significance, carries the weight of how much we’ve valued, loved and adored even the tiniest of moments. The youth of enduring a quarter of my life, thanks me for the graciousness of even typing in a congested school library accepting and identifying that I exist through youth and that I represent all the aspiring qualities of what it means to be youthful. Cheers, dreams and joy. My textured hands with class allocations written all over it. I sprout innocence and hold the ability to create reality, even if the intentions were originally dreams. I encourage everyone to lead their own destiny, for we are the ultimate controllers of our life and our outcomes. If we are held responsible for the negative consequences, shouldn’t we also be responsible for the positive outcomes of our decisions? Don’t fail to limit yourself but expect your self worth to be more. For everyone deserves a happy ending even in the roughest of beginnings…

 

Yours Sincerely, Locke Dor

What If Teacups Were More Than Just, Teacups?

What if teacups were more than just, teacups?

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Teacups…

Now this is a broad subject. Teacups. For what reason am I debating some sort of point of view when it comes to, teacups? Well, for what reason do they bring a sense of simplicity, independence? Their symmetrical, ceramic compositions with golden tinted vines. Pure elegance is all that comes to mind right? An old Victorian lady in a petticoat, pale face powder with her cherry lips pouting ever so slightly. Here is when effective imagery slams the door…

Well, now that we have investigated the direct layers of a teacup, what floats around eternally in the glimmering bowl? Cream, vinegar, maybe even tobacco. That is a element of surprise isn’t it? You see, us humans preconceive situations based on their appearance but as a matter of a fact, our preconceptions of situations are our own subconscious insecurities. Our protective barrier that stops us from looking deeper than our self created judgement. So, what if what sits in that teacup innocently and indirectly kills us? We’ll honestly never know until we open our minds to possibilities. Until then, based on personal opinion, we’ll never grow, but believe that something can only exceed to certain limitations.

Social Experiment: We have two cups of tea; one black and one with milk. What seems most appealing to you? Of course assuming everyone likes the calm sense, milk tea brings, everyone would prefer the second choice. Why? Black tea is more beneficial offering less carbohydrates, sugar and fat. Maybe it is the soft dusk taste, or the alluring non transparency, however if you think deeply, our two subjects are just, tea. The black tea and its daunting unbearable truth,  milk tea and its creamy sugar coated layers may be the only thing stopping us from realizing that everything sits on a scale ranging from ‘more right’ to ‘less right’, never wrong or ‘not right’.

Overall, I like tea, you like tea and although this opinion on tea is very profound, don’t stress. This was only an elaboration on one of the simplest thoughts, derived from imagination…