S E N T I M E N T

In the wake of the tragic events that occurred across the world on Friday 13th, with barbaric attacks in Paris, Bagdhad, and Lebanon, and the earthquake in Japan, I decided to not write one of my usual posts. Unlike many of the Facebook population I am not going to pretend that I am the most educated on the reasons behind such brutality, and plaster my opinions across everybodys news feeds. What I will say, is that I cannot fathom what could possibly justify such awful acts of terror, and that though I, alongside many others, feel anger towards the attackers, I will not waste my feelings on them. Instead I will hold all those who are grieving in my thoughts, and show my support in the small ways I can.

This weekend I travelled back home to look after my little sister while my parents were away. I was so happy I was able to spend some quality time with my baby sis, who I admit, I sometimes took for granted, and probably bullied and alienated when I was going through the angsty teenage years myself. She is someone who is really engaged with the world, and understands certain sentiments, feelings and emotions above her own age. I'm not sure if this is due to her exposure to the woes of three elder sisters, or just her nature, but because of this sensitivity she converses as an adult, and we have become a unit which I love. As the weekend progressed, me and her talked a lot about the attacks, the worlds response to these attacks, and the poeticism of lighting our own landmarks in support as Paris switched off its own in grief.

As we cooked dinner on Saturday night (and I'm not sure how we got onto the topic itself), we were talking about little things that we love in life; ordinary, every day things that make us smile. It was funny to see the similarities; anyone who knows me will know I have an irrational love of fairy lights, which is something I think my sister has picked up on. The differences were mostly based on experience; I mentioned the satisfaction of a really good kiss, which she quickly screwed up her face at, and altered the scenario to a really good hug, which I could not deny either. For the rest of the weekend if a new thing popped up in our heads we would express it, which was a fun way of getting to know eachother even better.

As I left to come back to London, I thought that this is a sentiment I really want her to run with. Find joy in the ordinary things, for they are what make up life.

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