Naivete and growing up.. more..

Wow, looking back at the photo's from 2 and 3 years ago made me remember what I was like back then, how much I've learned about life and living. I think I was really naive even then at the age of 23-24. I used to believe in "true love" and that other people wouldn't hurt you if you didn't do anything to them and other childish stuff like that. Pah! Stupid country boy. On the other hand, I think I'm different to your normal Sydney-sider in a good way. I don't feel too jaded by the whole thing, just wiser and more equipped to deal. Which is good, I think. Who wants to be a cynical old cunt? Not me that's for sure.

Actually I was talking to one of my flatmates about this the other night. I think I quite like living in the city. I haven't actually left the CBD since last summer except to work. But, I keep a strong feeling of peace inside I think you can only get by living in the country for a significant period of time. How can you gaze at the stars if neon and streetlights light the sky? I see people all the time on the way to and from work who just look lifeless. Drones.

When I was a kid I used to go out on these extended bush walks with the dog. Messing around in rivers out in the bush in Tasmania. I could see even then how beautiful it was, I could almost feel how alive everything was. I used to (and still have, to some extent) have a sense of respect, even awe, for nature. Little discoveries like a grove of ferns deep in some valley with a creek running through the middle used to put me on a high. Like a scene from those fairy tale books my sister used to read, but for real. To sit down and eat lunch in a place like that, where you can almost tell no human has been for at least hundreds of years, I think you can't help but be affected by it. I think I still am, even if I do love living in Sydney.