Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Simon Overy
So then, let me begin by thanking Hasty for giving me this opportunity to entertain (he said hopefully) her many readers and in doing so offer a big thank you to you readers out there in the blogosphere for taking time out to, you know, read this rambling monologue of a fellow blogger/writer/rambling loony.
Yes, I ramble a lot. If rambling was an Olympic sport I wouldn’t qualify due to talking about what a great sport it is rather than, you know, taking part.
I am a master of reserved judgment, a holder of my own thoughts, an experiencer of life whilst retaining the value of a life lived behind closed doors. Our language is our own, our freedom to express it paramount and there is nothing wrong in making words up from time to time, after all, if Shakespeare can do it, why not we?
Oh, how we can change the world with just a single thought that leads to an action that becomes the future for better or for worse!
And, yes, I am very easily distracted. But, hey, that’s me, just being real, open, honest, ME. *see the smile, watch people back away slowly*
Like I said, I ramble a lot.
Anyway, back to the point, #BeReal.
The truth is I am not very good when it comes talking about myself. Talking about oneself, even the skill of self-promotion is something that others can do far better than I. Many a job interview has been derailed by the question, “so, tell us a little about yourself?” Behold then the sudden look of Rabbit-in –the-headlights ™ the ‘Uhhhmmm!’ response followed by the slight sweat, pregnant pause and then rambling monologue describing someone I who sounds a lot better than myself . Amazingly, I’ve only ever had one interview where I’ve not got the job I was going for.
Odd how we view others but it’s really weird when you think about how we view ourselves!
Reading the other #BeReal posts brings home just how diverse, how talented, how thoughtful we can be (check them out, well worth reading). For one such as I who tries to avoid The Real World™ [shivers at the thought of what is going on out there, after all, the land of dreams and wistful fantasies, crazy imaginings and fantastical escapes is sooo much better] it also brings home the realities we cannot avoid, those little home truths that affect us day to day, hour to hour. The worries, the fears, happiness, sadness, laughter and tears, day to day, hour to hour, and in this hectic time that we live in, surrounded by distraction, such moments, such feelings often go unnoticed.
It’s easy to be wrapped up in our own little bubble, forgetful and avoiding, trying not to get hurt, and yet, I write. In the thoughts that flow into the words that appear, I try, I try and I try again, to entertain, to comfort, to ask questions of myself, to be better that what the man that I think I am . . . . again, we are back to how we view ourselves or, myself at least.
Being real is hard in a world that keeps us dreaming, but being real is what we must all do, we need to, yet letting go of our dreams, our hopes, our aspirations . . . it all about balance. Being real is all about finding our feet, knowing ourselves, knowing when we must wear Masks, knowing when we must show our true colours, our own faces. Being real is about finding our humanity, knowing how deep our souls are, knowing how strong our hearts can be.
Being real is about looking in the mirror, seeing reflected within our best friend forever and our own eternal worst enemy but more than that, it’s looking into the mirror and seeing the world behind the figure that’s standing there, waiting for us, watching us, asking us the questions that hide behind our eyes. We can all be better people, we must be better to ourselves first in that way we can serve the world about us all the more, how strange then that we often find the greatest stranger is the one that staring back us in that very same mirror.
Being real is about understanding not just who we are, but where we are, understanding the moment in time we find ourselves in. As PEOPLE™ we change, we have to, its Darwinism in progress, evolution in motion, these are fast times we find ourselves living in, being real is, to me, understanding this, understanding myself, my place in the world. We find ourselves, we are better for it and can not only help ourselves more but those around us.
To our own selves be true. Regardless of our contradictions, our doubts, our weaknesses – we can be strong, we can be so much more, our abilities bound only by the restraints we place upon them – let us then Be Real, know ourselves and in doing so make the world a better place and help others find their way in a very confused world.
So let us keep sharing ourselves, our hopes, our dreams, our thoughts and our ideas. We will help others by doing this, inspire, encourage. Being real is knowing we can succeed just as easily as we fail, it all takes work – there is a quote from a programme, a brilliant, well written, programme (one of many quotes that could be used) the Episode is Noel, the program The West Wing, the writer Aaron Sorkin;
“This guy’s walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out.
“A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, ‘Hey you. Can you help me out?’ The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on.
“Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, ‘Father, I’m down in this hole can you help me out?’ The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on
“Then a friend walks by, ‘Hey, Joe, it’s me can you help me out?’ And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, ‘Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here.’ The friend says, ‘Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.'”
Its episode 10 in season two if you are wondering.
We all find ourselves in holes at one time or another, easier to help people out if we have been there before.
I think I have rambled enough, if you are still awake and reading at this point, well done you J thank for sticking around, I appreciate it.
To cut a long story short, #BeReal = be yourself even if you do ramble on a bit, be the best that you can be and keep on dreaming, that’s the important bit of it all, keep on dreaming, that’s where great ideas are born.
Arghhhh, more talking about myself, yikes, you’ll be wanting photos next . . . ohhh, ok, just one, try not to scream, please.
Well, I’ve been writing for a while now, would like to do it as a full time thing but Life™ keeps getting in the way *sigh, the things we do for money*. Am very good at rambling (you might have figured that out already) as well as procrastination, I enjoy good books, good music, good food, as well as crushing my enemies. Seeing them driven before me and hearing the lamentations of their women. It’s one of the joys of being single really although the neighbours do worry about the noise sometimes.
I have published two books, mainly collections of poems with the addition of an occasional and very short story. Both are available on Amazon in print and on Kindle.
Trying to finish a “proper” book but oh, hello again our good friend procrastination.
You can find me blogging merrily on WordPress.com just look out for simono1968