And I Can't Help But Think.......

 

January 25, 2012

  • haniihany: In this July 17, 1995, file photo, Bosnian refugees cry as their father and husband arrives at the UN air base in Tuzla, Bosnia, after he survived the death march of six days from Srebrenica. (Michel Euler/Associated Press)  So, I’ve been in a shitty mood for the last hour or two, ever since Laura went to bed I’ve been a big old bucket of “what could have been’s” and a few “I don’t feel like my life is going anywhere’s”. Idiotic.  Somewhere in amongst it all, I saw this picture and it was taken on my tenth birthday in a place only a few hundred miles from places I have visited. Whilst I was blowing out candles and going to the cinema, these people were escaping genocide. They are crying because their father is alive and well, they’re in a UN camp. That, if I was in that country, I could very easily have been dumped in an unmarked grave on my tenth birthday. Sort of puts it all in perspective really.  All my worries are ridiculous, vapid shit like “will I ever get published”, “will I have a career that is both fulfilling, driving and exciting”, “What am I going to do in a year’s time”, “Why did my band never work out” and “Money”. Ridiculous bullshit. All I can say now, is that I hope these people, whoever they may be, have spent the last twelve years content, happy and together, that despite everything they went through, they have put themselves back together and made something of their lives.  Be thankful. Not worrisome. 

    haniihany:

    In this July 17, 1995, file photo, Bosnian refugees cry as their father and husband arrives at the UN air base in Tuzla, Bosnia, after he survived the death march of six days from Srebrenica.

    (Michel Euler/Associated Press) 

    So, I’ve been in a shitty mood for the last hour or two, ever since Laura went to bed I’ve been a big old bucket of “what could have been’s” and a few “I don’t feel like my life is going anywhere’s”. Idiotic. 

    Somewhere in amongst it all, I saw this picture and it was taken on my tenth birthday in a place only a few hundred miles from places I have visited.

    Whilst I was blowing out candles and going to the cinema, these people were escaping genocide. They are crying because their father is alive and well, they’re in a UN camp. That, if I was in that country, I could very easily have been dumped in an unmarked grave on my tenth birthday.

    Sort of puts it all in perspective really. 

    All my worries are ridiculous, vapid shit like “will I ever get published”, “will I have a career that is both fulfilling, driving and exciting”, “What am I going to do in a year’s time”, “Why did my band never work out” and “Money”. Ridiculous bullshit.

    All I can say now, is that I hope these people, whoever they may be, have spent the last twelve years content, happy and together, that despite everything they went through, they have put themselves back together and made something of their lives. 

    Be thankful. Not worrisome. 

    (via fotojournalismus)

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