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We are all walking on that one road in our life that comes to a slight bend ahead, you don’t always know what is around that corner. The best thing is to keep your head up, look forward, keep your eyes on the road and try to keep the car on path. You should never […]
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I was lucky enough to be chosen as Christo and Lisa’s wedding photographer, they were my first in the wedding side to photography and it was great fit for us both. I have known this couple for years now. I was relaxed when taking the pictures and Lisa was relaxed to know that a friend […]
Here you see the bride Ready to walk down the isle, ready to begin her life with her new partner. Ready to start the beginning of the rest of her life 
Mary drives up the road with her music blasting inside the little Volkswagen Beatle. She nods her head on the rhythm of the music and switches her indicator on, signaling to the left. She then turns onto the side of the road and switches off her ignition and then her head lights. She scratches in her bag looking for her cigarettes and listens to the music playing on the radio.
The view overlooks the city and lights are shinning brightly as far as you can see. She finds a cigarette and lights it, closes her eyes, inhales deep and slowly blows out the smoke. A sort of calming feeling comes over her and she gazes out over the view. The cars are driving on the highway and you can only hear them and see their headlights flying by. If you look deep into the distance you can see the lights of the runway and ever so often you can see a plane either take off or land.
Perfect view
Sitting there at, Lover’s lane, overlooking the city, always made Mary feel relaxed. She didn’t mind the cars in front or behind her with couples inside. To her it was sweet that the kids still came up there. This was the one place, Mary, could go to and be alone. There was no husband constantly bothering her for something. There were no kids wanting something every five minutes and always making a noise. There were no dishes to do or no laundry, there were nothing to be picked up off the floor and no beds to be made.
This was the one place Mary could have break, a break from life for a hour at most. This was the place where she could relax and think about the good old days. She loved being a wife, a mother and having a career on top of that but every woman needs a little place to go once in a while. That place will keep you from loosing your sanity and your love for your family. The view was just breathtaking and it never failed to make Mary calm down or relax.
That side of the mountain has seen many things through the years. Started out with Mary showing up there with her friends after a party and they would finish the last bit of alcohol there overlooking the city. A few months later her boyfriend brought her there and they made out in the front seat of his car for hours. Later in life she brought her fiancé there to show him the perfect view and she lost her virginity on the back seat of a Ford Mustang 1975 and eventually she married him.
Now the party days were over and she got in the car and drove around to get her baby to sleep and most of the time she ended up there. Later in her marriage she drove up there when she found out her husband cheated on her, cried her eyes out and drank out a few bottles of wine with her girlfriends.
After patching up things she knew she needed to relax in someway in order not to kill her family like a raging lunatic. She immediately thought about the side of the road on the middle of that mountain. That place has been part of her life from her teens till now. She knew that there was now other place as relaxing like this one, anywhere in the world.
It was just a few hours after Kate came back from the hospital when John decided to make some Mac and cheese. He knew that it was her favorite food and it always cheered her up. She was sleeping when she heard the movement down in the kitchen. She dragged herself out of bed to go investigate. To her surprise John was busy cooking, they have been married for six years and he never cooked before.
Mac and Cheese
“John, do you know what you are doing?” she asks in a soft voice, while rubbing her left eye. He turns around from the stove and smiles.
“I may not be a great cook but your mother is a great help over the phone,” he says with a grin on his face. He walks around the kitchen counter and embraces his wife and holds her tightly against his chest.
“I’m really not hungry at the moment, John,” she mutters out.
“The food is almost done and when ever you feel like it, you can eat. At least you know there is something for you,” he says and kisses her on her forehead. Both of them walk over to the sofa and take a seat. Kate leans on her husband’s shoulder and they turn on the television and not long after, she dozes off. John smells the aroma of melted cheese and remembers that he still needs to get that out of the oven. He gently lays his wife down on the sofa and rests her head on one of the scatter cushions. John walks to the kitchen and was surprised to see that his first attempt of Mac and cheese came out much better than he thought it would. Diane sure is a good teacher he thought to himself. He took out the dish and put it on the kitchen counter to cool down and set the table for two.
He went back to the lounge and sat on a different sofa, not to disturb his wife, and channel hopped on the television. He thought about what he was in for and that he was perhaps not ready for it.
“How do you prepare yourself to see the person you love, deteriorate day by day?” he thought. Although he wasn’t ready for it, he needed to be there for her. He knew that, especially when he thought back on all the times he had the flu and she looked after him, or the time he broke his leg and she had to care for him. She was always there for him in everyway he could think of.
In the mean time he dozed off too and awoke of the sound of someone being sick. He looked at the sofa where Kate was sleeping and it was empty. He got up as fast as he could and rushed to the downstairs bathroom where he then found her hugging the toilet with her head buried in the bowl.
He wasn’t sure what to do, so he took a face washcloth and ran it underneath the cold water. He dried out the water and put the damp cloth around her neck and he started to rub her back. That is what he always saw in the movies and hoped that he was doing it right.
“Water,” he hears his wife mutter and rushes to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water out the fridge. As he closes the fridge he sees a plate of Mac and Cheese on the counter with only a few bites missing. John rushes back to her side and helps her to rinse out her mouth. She threw up for another forty minutes and then he carried her to their bedroom. He undressed her out of her sweaty clothes and dressed her in new clean ones. He went downstairs to get a bucket for her bedside and took a damp cloth from their on suite.
From that day onwards, Kate was never able to stomach Mac and cheese ever again.
I read the question and then I think to myself; “Well this can’t be too hard to answer.” Then while trying to answer it, I ask myself more questions. Do you stay true to yourself by doing what you have been told what to do in life? Is it perhaps being to true to the morals that the church has set for you? Is it by doing things that you think is cool in life? The question is what things in life in considered to be cool? Is it thing that your friends like doing? Are the things that your friends do, the right things to do? What are the right things to do? To answer the initial question, you should be able to first answer the rest of the question that arises.
I think in order to be true to yourself, you need to find yourself first. You need to reinvent yourself until you find that person who you know is the real you. How many times should you reinvent yourself? When will you know this is the right me? The answer is, you will know the real person when you find it. It might feel like the skies are opening and the rays of sunlight find their way upon your face, bringing a warm feeling of relieve.
Sunlight
I think that your morals that your parents has set for you should be your guideline, the guideline to live your life but not the rule book. In order for your parents to have set those morals for you, they had to live a life, a life worth living and in doing so there must have been some mistakes down the road. No person is perfect and no person can with a hundred percent surety say that they have not made any mistakes in life and have no regrets what so ever.
I think that you should live your own life and make your own mistakes so that one day you can teach your children what morals are and hope that they find meaning by it. By living your life you should then lead by example and when your children come to you with problems and perhaps mistakes made, you should be able to help them forward. Try and guide them to the best of your ability and you should think back on your path walked and know that finding yourself doesn’t happen over night and that you should be able to let them be but knowing that you have given them as much information to help them along that path.
Being an outcast simply means that you are not in the right place at the right time. You shouldn’t feel the need to change who you are, to fit in. When you change yourself for friends and you feel deep inside that this isn’t you, then you should know to walk down a different path. Every person you meet in life will play some role for you. They can teach you what you want to aspire to be, they can teach you values of friendship, they can teach you what type of person you never want to be.
Find your journey and living it might be the only way to be true to yourself.
