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Called to my window by high-pitched laughter, I watch them in the dark street. Two best friends, their school uniforms tight and short. They think they’re invincible as they climb the high metal fence, landing safely, only by sheer luck, on the ground. Not much older than fourteen, little do they know the realities life will teach them. I wondered why I was still watching them as they walked away, down the middle of the street, mistaking recklessness for strength and adulthood.

It reminded me all too well of myself at that age, the whole scene. Spending most nights at my best friend’s house at the time, and wandering around at night because her mum couldn’t care less, jumping trains and sharing clothes. You can only go on like that for so long, it can’t last. And if it does, there’s something really wrong. Guilt and regret had me throw all the evidence away, my best friend’s scrapbook and the disposable camera we used up in one day. I didn’t even get the photographs developed, I would love to see them now. It’s funny how cliché life can be sometimes.

Regardless of how young I was and how bad that period of my life was, I really feel that I learnt so much from it, for instance how someone in the worst situation, and with very few opportunities, made the most loyal friend. Mainly I learnt a lot because I was responsible for the lessons I learnt, because despite my upbringing and my conscience I put myself in those situations, and therefore was accountable for myself when reality hit.   

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Flashback.
Apr 26

Camperdown Cemetery will always be one of the most beautiful places in Sydney, in my opinion. I had an amazing day today, sitting amongst the headstones with my two poetic friends, and sharing a profound, yet ironic, conversation with a stranger about living life to the fullest… whilst surrounded by 100 year old graves. It was rather poignant, I won’t forget it. 

It is eerie in there, but not for the reasons you’d think. I don’t find the fact that there are graves there eerie because the bodies would be entirely gone and the people themselves aren’t there, all that’s left are the headstones, representations of lives lived. But, what I find eerie is the contrast between the activity outside its walls compared with the silence within. 

It probably sounds strange, my friends and I spending two hours or so in a cemetery but, you should know, this cemetery is part of a park (with a playground for children and everything). 

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity."

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"One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful."

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Absolutely beautiful.

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