Why Jane Bravo?

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One dark and boring night in 2005, sitting alone thinking about life and how weird it is, Sarah Dawood/ Drama wrote her first blogpost as Jane Bravo. What started out as a private ranting space, slowly and gradually evolved into the current blog, which talks about many events, things, and feelings. Just like all of Sarah's other social media platforms, also about many events, things, and feelings --- Instagram: thesarahdawood | snapchat: thesarahdawood | twitter: @SarahDawood | facebook: /groups/TheCoddiwomple

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

It's all a big melting pot - life, this world.

The greatest feeling is knowing that you have the power to do something.
And then, by that rule, I suppose, the saddest feeling is knowing you could have done something because it was in your power and you didn't do it.

Another very hard to do thing, but wonderful to know feeling, is when you can give a person the means to do something that you wanted to do but didn't have the means to. Why hold back when you can give someone that? How would you have felt if someone had given it to you when you didn't have it? Why don't you want someone to feel what you could have felt? Imagine if at that time there was someone standing where you are standing now - able to do, but not doing? How does it make you feel? Can you respect them - the ones who didn't do it when they could do it for you? Or do you lose respect for yourself knowing that you are the same as they were?


It's all a big melting pot - life, this world.

We are all adding things to it, you know... What are you putting into it?

~JaneBravo 

Monday, September 02, 2013



~ By Jane Bravo

There's a method to my madness -
A feeling - a happiness, a sadness,
Of things that could be, but can't be -

Of 'if' and 'but' and 'maybe';


Of what and whom I wanted most,
A dream that haunts me like a ghost.

But sweetly like a lovers kiss -

Thirty odd seconds of utter bliss...
That leave a life changed forever?
Like a bond so old you cannot sever.
The one with roots inside my heart
In light, in sunshine, in times of dark.



There's a method to my madness -

A feeling - a happiness, a sadness.

Of things that could be, but can't be -
Of 'if' and 'but' and 'maybe'.