The Speech of the Century

Hey Blogging World

Read it. Get angry or nod in approval. But enjoy it and leave me a comment if you have any suggestions.

Celebrities, they’re constantly in the media’s eyes. This star is twerking, that artist is using auto tune, these people are always portrayed to the public as extraordinary people, to some they are even shown as idols. But when these celebrities are found lying dead on their bathroom floor with a needle stuck in their arm, should we feel any pity for what they have done to themselves?


Most recently in the news we have heard of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, aged 46 who was found dead in his apartment with a needle stuck in his arm. An envelope was also found which contained what was believed to be heroin. Hoffman had won four academy awards and an Oscar. He was a well-known, very talented actor, producer and director. He had a lovely partner and three children who he loved dearly. He had a wonderful life filled with not only his successful career but was also surrounded by people who loved him. And yet he ended his own life as a result of a drug addiction. Hoffman had spoken openly about his drug addiction but also stated he had been 23 years sober. He had obviously tried for the sake of his family, but if you loved them that much, wouldn’t you try a little harder?

Everyone knows of the Glee star Cory Monteith who was found dead in a hotel room last year as a result of a drug and alcohol abuse. Monteith was 31, a major star all around the world, had a beautiful girlfriend and many friends, especially from the show. He had also talked openly about his struggle with drug abuse, being treated in a rehabilitation facility at the age of 19 and just three months earlier completing voluntary treatment. Yet what was seemed to be unintentional resulted in death because of reckless decisions.

The newspapers swarm at the news of a death from any celebrities, let alone drug related deaths. All we read is “found dead with needle in arm”, “a mixed-drug toxicity involving heroin and alcohol”, “leaving behind family”. But are we ever able to read the full story? Are we ever able to understand the full extent to what these people were going through at the time, what was happening in their lives? And that’s the thing, we will never know what was going on in their heads they day they decided to take drugs, if they even knew what the consequences were. Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if they are celebrities or not, they are just people like you and I. They made bad decisions and the only difference is that every one of their mistakes is leaked to the tabloids to take advantage of and create good news. Yes, they have done this to themselves and its wrong and what they have left behind is indescribable grief that not even the newspapers can show because it’s the people that feel. But they are just people, they make bad choices, they also have a lot going on in their lives. Imagine having to step outside your door of a morning and have paparazzi swarming you for photos, and I don’t mean on the morning of school photo day, I mean those mornings when you’re running late, rushing out the door, your shoes are barely on, it’s more than just a bad hair day and the bags under your eyes are bigger than the craters on the moon. That type of photo. Your every move being watched, waiting for you to slip up. Maybe they had had enough, maybe the only way out for them was drugs. And yes I know, there are plenty of other ways to get around situations and better ways to deal with it. But maybe at the time, that’s the only way they saw possible. Because as I was saying before, we will never know the full story.

La Vie Vivante.

How Organised Am I.

Hey Blogging World

So I realized I haven't posted in ages, once again, and this time it meant that I wasn't just not writing to all of you, but I wasn't following my schedule! But here's my excuse:

My internet wouldn't work about two days after I started the schedule and therefore could not post. Then after the internet finally began working again, life was great the day, I had completely forgotten about blogging and my mind shifted to homework, school, friends and all of life's other first world problems. Therefore that is my lame excuse and I will make it up by attempting to write a rather long post on all of the worlds disasters and ways in which we must fix them as the fate of the world rests on our hands.

I believe that somewhere in the world, there is a unicorn. That's right, a creature that most people believe is mythical is actually real. It's just there, in a lush forest, grazing as horses look on at the strange creature with a huge horn on it's head. But what if we found this creature, what if we took it in and looked after it and somehow began a whole new generation of unicorns. That will never happen though because if we found a real life unicorn scientists would take it, dissect it and attempt to discover all of its hidden magical ability.

Why can't people know when to leave raw and pure beauty alone. When something is so beautiful that by touching it and adjusting it ever so slightly, you will ruin the beauty in an instant. Take a young child for example. When they're at that stage that everything is lovely, the sun shines every day, people who are gone are just asleep for a really long time, a trip to McDonalds was a treat and when someone gave you their spare 10 cents, well you had just won the lottery. Then you grow up. You learn that the seasons change, people die, McDonalds makes you fat and 10 cents can't even get you a yoghurt stick from the canteen anymore. Rumors are spread, everyone is talking about something else. You're judged on what you look like and who you hang out with. That's right, you hang out with people now you don't play with them because that just sounds wrong. The way you act in certain situations apparently shows the type of person you are. People are seen as inhumane. Crazy, isn't it? We are human and we are seen as inhumane. It doesn't make sense.

So we always ask ourselves why people have to be that way. Why do they have to be judgmental and rude and just everything that a person doesn't like? Maybe the question we should be asking ourselves is why we accept this judgement and nastiness. Why do we let ourselves become apart of this chain of people judging and being judged? Why can't we just let pure beauty shine through in every person. I know it's there, deep inside every person there's this thing called a heart and we use it to stay alive and to spread hope in other people and kindness. We use it (and use our brain) to see pure beauty in other people. And on most occasions, it's not something you can see by first looking at a person. It's getting to know them, knowing their quirks and knowing all their imperfections that make every person perfect. Imperfections is perfection. People just don't have enough time in their lives to stop and figure that out.

La Vie Vivante.