We are always next to someone. It might be someone we pass in the street, a few centimetres apart. It might be someone we interact with on social media who lives thousands of miles away. We may know this person, we may love them. We may not know them at…

The hardest person to get to know, is the one who looks back at you in the mirror every morning. We stand and stare, with a toothbrush or a hairbrush in hand, and it feels almost impossible to interpret what flashes across our own features or what the knotted feeling…

Life is an ocean, and people come and go like the tide. They drift in, and they drift out again. Whether on gentle waters or riding storm after next storm, the shape of our lives and our relationships can be measured by the swells and the currents of the people…

Choices, are a privilege of our time. Compared to the generations before us, we have become next-level, mind-bogglingly rich in the choices we can make in our lives. If we are struggling to understand, we can seek answers. We barely even have to ask questions anymore. …

Falling but not landing. Searching on heavy legs. Dreaming of walking with someone next you, who is not there anymore. We are told we deserve to dream, but what about the moments when a blink of the eye gives way to a turbulent vision that takes a second but seems…

Does a caterpillar know it is going to be a butterfly? Imagine if it does. Imagine the stress, of knowing what was going to happen? To know that everything was going to change. …

As we get older, we spend a lot of time in our lives, lamenting over the times we said ‘no’ to the little things. The slice of cake, that in the end probably would not have made a difference to our waist, but means we’ll have never tasted that vanilla…

Where I live, we watch military aircraft and vehicles for entertainment. We gather in fields, and on coastlines, watching jet aircraft or armoured tanks display their might and muscle. The speed. The ballistics. The crowd goes wild. If a helicopter appears over the horizon in the country where I live…

I got distracted recently, as I left our local recycling centre. I had just dropped off the-now-regular carload of cardboard, and I was feeling good. It was a contribution to the recycling effort. Our cardboard was going back into the virtuous cycle of recreation, to be reborn again as another…