In uncertain, anxious times, when you’re wondering what life means, it’s easy to miss the joy of small things.
If I look inside myself, I find questionable attitudes. I struggle with them and argue with myself. But the attitudes I’m unconscious of must be worse – whether ‘good’ or ‘bad’, they’re irrational and untamed. I remind myself of this when I look at other people and make judgements about what they’ve said or the way they’ve behaved. It’s easier to identify their attitudes than my own, of course.
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A day at the seaside? What a treat! But not for a child who’s now an adolescent.
I had a recurring nightmare about these men – and when I started writing about them, the story resolved itself into a brighter and more hopeful dream.
It’s nothing new for young people to feel uncertain and even depressed about themselves – but in a judgemental society with exposure through social media it’s even harder to accept and value yourself.
These thoughts came to me when I visited the Knockan Crag.