For those of you that are having trouble reading and writing.
I speak to many people who tell me that they’d love to read, and they want to write more, but they have trouble with motivation. There are so many distractions in the house.
I can completely empathise. For a long time I felt the same way. I would get up early, get started, get started on my day, and 20 minutes later my family would be up and about, and expect my attention or be distracting me (often without meaning to). And plus, this was my safe space, my home.
The best way to counteract this ‘House distraction anxiety’ is to get out of the house.
I used to go to libraries or even park benches and grass to read and write. My favourite place however is coffee shops.
In coffee shops, nobody really cares if you sit there for hours reading and writing as long as you buy something… say a single coffee. I always have considered it an investment in my education, £2.70 a day or: a big coffee, and a productive, busy, social place in which I can sit for a few hours with my laptop (and charger) and my books. My rented portable office space in Nero’s with a bonus cappuccino chucked in for good measure.
Would you pay £2.70 a day for a couple of hours of productivity, office space, and ideas?
“An investment in knowledge pays the best interest” -Benjamin Franklin
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Photography by Afta Putta Gunawan
The rest is for the better
It’s said ‘sleep is for the weak’
Suppose that trying makes one tired
And makes one need his sleep
Suppose that giving in,
Letting go of ones control,
Could make one see the reason for it
And give him save from woe
Until ones tired of this way
Suffering one just gives in
And only then does it begin
For no win
I’d pay the extra currency just to access retrospect
To see it through, to separate, and know it in my bones
The darkest moment seems so real
Tearing consciousness from me
Telling me of what I know
Disdaining the unknown
Till I was over thrown
Taken up in fear
Can be worse than a hundred tears
It made me lose my way
One may be right to say
That is ‘Maybe it’s just a different way’
But heartfelt degradation
Despite of hesitation
Made me know that I had torn myself
When desire replaced
So I watched and payed a price
A sum I won’t pay twice
Or maybe that I will
At least I know it comes of will,
The shining serpent of my mind
That convinces one to kill
No need that I have found
No sensation or thill
Has ever taught me love of life
To follow feeling
Not the bill.
For mistakes have taught me well
Virtue, Sin, and Self
Have now to access
Heaven and Hell
Just a shadow on a shining surface
Separate from self.
I try not to talk it knowingly
As if I knew a thing
For truth is that I don’t
And it’s not me that writes these things
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Photographer: Kat Jayne