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You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one

Imagine a world without imagination…really I think I could just finish the article there, but that would make for a bit of a disappointing piece wouldn’t it?
I bet imagination is a word you heard a lot when you were a child but not so much recently. And children are the prime example of the importance of imagination. Children have wonderful aura, which creates an atmosphere most people can’t help but be affected by. The reason for this is children have yet to be taught to be cynical. Their imaginations have yet to be beaten down to size by the hard truths of life. They can still imagine a world without war, poverty and pain. With the blink of an eyelid they can visualize one day having everything their heart desires, unlike everyone whose aura has shrunk bit by bit over the years. We need to spend thousands of euro on TVs, DVD players, daily newspapers and flights to far away countries with accommodation to match.  Our younger counterparts can be entertained by something as simple and economical as a cardboard box. Some would see this as something to be laughed at; I see it as something to be admired. With the colourful imagination a child possesses, they need never be bored. Continue reading


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Beautiful and married- that’s what I’ll be

You know, it’s no wonder girls grow up to feel depression when they look in the mirror, depression when broken up with, presssure to have the big white wedding and pressure to stay under a certain weight and have a certain look we define as ‘beautiful’.Even a seemingly innocent film like Kangaroo Jack isn’t free from the inference of such pressures.

Recently while babysitting two angelic little kids, I happened to catch the last twenty minutes of Kangaroo Jack, as they watched it attentively before bed. In the time I watched it, a white attractive american man kissed a white blonde haired, blue eyed girl. Of course at the end of the film they were married and the man described his happiness at having a “beautiful” wife. The woman’s value lay in the fact that she was beautiful, not anything else. Continue reading


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