The Secret to Happiness

That may sound like a daunting and perhaps unrealistic title but bear with me, I’m about to explain.

This last year has been one huge roller coaster. There have been huge highs, but that’s only meant that there is further to fall. The first year at any university is tough, but a prestigious one is beyond that. I fought so hard throughout school to secure my place here, and there is an expectation that I shall now prove why they took me. The academic pressure to be brilliant is draining: however, it reminds me again and again why I took history. I adore it. Reading 10 books in a couple of days for a single essay is fine as long as you are happy to dive in and thrive on the eloquence and intelligence of the historians, who have worked just as hard as you, and are just as passionate. Some days it feels impossible, but on others I feel like I’m flying. There is nothing like mastering a tricky Latin sentence, or getting your head around a complex historiographical theory. Well, not for me anyway. You begin to realise that your tutors do not want to show you up, they want to see you grow and develop, change and prosper. So that was one lesson learnt: do what you love, and even the hardest work becomes manageable.

Work isn’t everything though, even at this university. Between the 8 hours of work and 8 hours of sleep, there are the wonderful 8 hours of socialising. Making new friends hasn’t been without its difficulties, but it has also been hugely rewarding. Finding new people who understand you, new people to have fun with, and growing together into your incarnation as a young adult, is unlike anything else. It’s not all about finding new people though: the old friends come into play as well. Some you will keep, and you know that they will be there for many years to come. You make an effort to stay in touch, and visit as often as possible, but it is the understanding that there will be some difficult weeks, where one of you is too busy, and that’s ok. There is also the sad reality that you will lose some. They may have an issue with something you’ve done, or you might simply not have the time to keep in touch. Sometimes there is even the full out argument, and why fix something if it insists on constantly breaking? Accept that people do sometimes drift apart, and replace it with a new one that works. Just learn to tell the difference: don’t risk losing something worthwhile. Most of all, remember that holding grudges hurts you far more than forgiving them. Learn to accept both the apologies you get and the ones you never will. Second lesson learnt: nurture some friendships, find new ones, but don’t hold on to something you have simply grown apart from.

Sometimes, you find something more than friendship. I began the year determined to avoid the desperate throes of Fresher’s Week, and instead managed to begin a relationship the following Thursday. We were teased plenty for being ridiculous, and chided for wasting the freedom of university. A year later, look who is laughing now. It may have been nigh impossible at points, and yes I do have to take another person into consideration all the time, but it has been the best year of my life, mainly because of him. He is sweet and kind, and for the amount of times we argue, we laugh 4 times as much. He is a rock when things are useless, and my proudest supporter when things are going well. Together we have learnt how a relationship should work, and even if we should go our separate ways one day, it will not be time wasted. We have discovered how to love and be loved, and that is one of the best lessons someone can teach you. Third lesson: ignore what anyone says, your love life is in your hands, and freedom is overrated.

The final lesson is the most important. You should only ever take note of what your nearest and dearest think, and respect their opinion, even if you don’t agree. However, what everyone else thinks is so very unimportant. There is no such thing as ‘cool’, and your worth is not your value in other people’s eyes. People will criticise you, talk you done and disagree behind your back, as well as to your face. Who cares? You’re obviously still important enough to talk about. Some people will never grow up; just accept it, and laugh it off. There are so many people who think they are better than me: more intelligent, prettier, more fun. They just don’t have the confidence to believe in themselves, without putting down other people. If you want to do something, do it (unless it’s morally wrong or will get you sent down). Lesson: the one opinion that you have to follow is your own, and only keep a few people on your advisory board.

These are the things that I have learnt and developed this year. The year before had been hard, with far more downs than ups. Growing into a more confident, happy and at peace person has been the best thing a year at university could teach me. Go forth and be happy; you can’t make the sun always shine, but you can ensure you have an umbrella.


Let It Snow

There is something about snow, isn’t there? Something in the way it moves, it feels, it looks that captivates us. From a young age to the threshold of death, snow continues to be a magical, mystical phenomena that still holds the hearts of many. How many snowmen have been built? How many snowball fights initiated? How many photographs of snow laden trees have been taken? Countless.

As a young child it is the sheer feeling of joy that comes with snow, and the possibilities of snow. The ways in which to play with and enjoy it. As age increases, which it does tend to do, snow still mystifies us but you become too ‘cool’ to claim you like it because of anything other than the days off school it provides.

In young adulthood, snow can mean many things. It can be an inconvenience, or a magically calm moment in the midst of life’s chaos, but it is always beautiful. If you then have children of your own, the joy is vicarious. You know that snow will hold the same power over them as it once did you and that in itself causes your heart to rejoice.

Old age comes to all, and snow becomes something to be watched inside and less often participated in outside. There can be nothing more pleasant than being inside in the warm, whilst tender snowflakes scatter outside. There is still that vicarious pleasure born in a parent, seeing members of your family going out in the snow like you did once upon a time but no longer wish to do.

Few people dislike snow. Those who do tend to be people obsessed with convenience or practicality, or simple those who feel they have more important things to consider. There are also those who see the power of snow, the dangerous power. It has the power to trap, to isolate, and even to kill, and for anyone with experience, it is hard to see past that.

For me, snow is simply beautiful. It is nature in a pure form, bringing families together and providing friends with endless fun. It is one of the simplest pleasures in life, without complication or stress, only watching the snow fall.