A Step Up From Failure

There’s been too many times in my life where I have felt lost, felt that the lights were out. I didn’t know which way to turn or who to turn to, but each time, I got through it.
People may tell you that they always have bad, that they have nothing in their life, and although I wish them nothing but good fortune, I believe that they themselves are part to blame.
True, sometimes people simply can’t help but live a bad life, sometimes it’s against their will, but a lot of the time, there’s always a way to push forward. Learn from your mistakes.
When I lost my job, I was devastated. My world came crashing down within a single week. Imagine having a happy life: your own flat with your partner, a dog, a good paying job, and a car. Imagine having all that you wanted, and it being taken away from you in a fraction of the time in which you gained it.
I was stupid, so I lost my job, I was reckless, so I never saved any money, I was heartless, so I lost my partner, I was broken, so I lost my flat. The only thing I didn’t lose, was my Beagle, Lola. She was the only face that remained the same. No matter how hard times were, she’d always welcome me home with a cuddle and a wagging tail.
I learned something from that tough, unforgiving month: routine. I bet you’re a little confused, yes? Bare with me on this.
My days were all over the place; I’d stay up incredibly late, have slow days at work, have days where I would allow my grumpiness to affect my partner, and even forget to take my dog out for a walk. Routine helped me change all of that.
When you get used to something, like waking up at a specific time, it becomes second nature, you almost forget that you have to do it. I lost my way, but that doesn’t mean you have to lose yours.
There will be times in life where you feel the world is against you. But believe me when I say that only you can turn it around. You’ve done something wrong in the past, so make sure it doesn’t happen again, get into a new routine, and you’ll soon realise that turning your life around will be a lot easier than you currently realise.

Life In My Hands

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a dog nudging something in the grass. At first glance, the dog was just playing with some dirt, as they do, but curiosity got the better of me.

As I approached, I noticed something; no further than two feet in front of me was a still, small bird. My heart stopped. This tiny thing, with feathers so delicate they seemed as thin as snowflakes, was face down on the ground. The worst scenario went through my head.

As I chased the dog away, I wasted no time in scooping up the little thing in my hands, hurrying it into my home in a desperate rush. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was just doing everything anyone else would – what they could.

I grabbed a tea towel, the closest, softest thing I could find. In my head, I was preparing myself to bury the delicate creature but then, a shudder. It was still alive! Thank God.

It chirped a few times before nuzzling into my jumper. If my heart could melt…

I decided to name him Fiyero, and because I name him meant he had to live!!

Just like every person in the modern day age, I recorded the entire event on my phone (because Fiyero was absolutely adorable). He was so tame. I noticed he struggled to extend his right leg properly, but that didn’t dampen his spirit. He constantly spread his wings at flew for no more than a second. There was something in those moments where I felt a powerful amount encouragement for him to succeed… even if it resulted in him flying around my home for hours on end…

But, alas, Fiyero was born for nature, not nurture of a human touch. I had to let him go.

As I gently placed him in a soft container and led him outside, I felt an attachment for the little guy. He was possibly moments from never flying again. I had snatched him from Death’s door and held him in my hands as though I were a cradle of life.

Maybe I interfered with nature’s course, perhaps Fiyero shouldn’t have crossed my path, but as I lay him down and watch him make hos way back to the trees, I couldn’t help but feel that my good deed saved a tiny, innocent life. I quite literally felt that I held the bird’s life in my hands.

I spent the next hour listening to No Good Deed from Wicked the Musical (Fiyerrroooooooo!!!!)

(if that makes no sense, please youtube it!)