New in the familiar || Love is my favourite band.

IMG_3397.jpgIt’s half term right, so I’ve been catching up on masters writing at the university. It’s been quiet which is nice but I’m writing about critical thinking. It’s amazing to get my head back into academic reading again, so this blogs kind of a mix of that and my usual people watching. 

So… recently I’ve been reading journals around the ideas of how we reflect, just how we judge ourselves and try not to repeat our actions. Schon’s one of the big hitters, he’s cool really he states that as reflection its how we get better. As humans its this constant improvement that drives us, there’s plenty of those pages littered across social media. Tomorrows another day, Hang in there kitty and more recently, you deserve better… a much better man than myself was my dad. He always had pearls of wisdom, similarly to my grandad. However one of dad’s was simple ‘ people don’t judge you by your words just what you do’ it’s always stuck with me that it’s probably something he was told. I think of it as one of dad’s great life lessons. 

Of late I’ve wondered about this phrase, I watched the great dictator again the other night the monologue in that always strikes a powerful chord in me. 

“we think too much and feel too little” 

The truth is we don’t see new in the familiar anymore, we see a new feed which eliminates a doubt. Doubts important doubt is exciting. I mean think about it, critically just for a minute isn’t doubt the whole reason we are human? I watched Hamlet on iplayer the other day, Shakespeare wrote ‘there is nothing neither good nor bad but thinking makes it so’

IMG_3408There’s plenty of other big phrases that have stuck with me other time, Descartes ( some point in history) wrote that it is not enough to have a good mind, just do well with it. I feel like this is blogs become a motivational dialogue with you. However, it is far from it, more a review of how we approach thinking. I put a lot of faith in people, dad said it was one of my best qualities and it was always why I was let down. We walk away from good things all the time, I watched some lad explain an awful moment in his life to his mates in a pub last week. It was curious really, I’ve been stood up before too but the faith he had in her was profound really. You know I worry as a generation me and my friends are the at the top end of the millennials, we remember dial-up and we remember iPod minis.

A long time ago people were full of wonder and hope, I admit I hadn’t seen someone not be cynical in a long time. I see it all the time, nobody really takes stock just calls them out straight away for being a fraud… I’m paraphrasing when I say fraud believe me, what I should say ask me in person? I’ll leave you with dad’s advice. The truth is we don’t see new in the familiar anymore, we see a new feed which eliminates a doubt. Doubts important, doubt is exciting. I mean think about it, critically just for a minute isn’t doubt the whole reason we are human?

It’s not what you say, man, it’s what you do… people don’t remember what you say they remember what you’ve done. I think dad wanted the world for me, why wouldn’t he that’s what dad’s do right? One thing I am exploring is dads faith, I’ve written about it before his belief in a greater plan or purpose in life. It’s interesting… well to me it is ha.


 

Today’s playlist

1.Tears of a clown – The Beat

2. Relistened to each album – The Vaccines

3. Everywhere – Fleetwood Mac

4. My brother Jake – Free

5. Love is my favourite band – The Vaccines


Take a second to slow down, it takes a second to be human and being human is enough.

Peace, Sean x

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