Thursday, January 18, 2018

The Time-lapse Of Your Soul


I know right now it seems like you'll never forget, because this hurts, but one day you will.

So I want you to tie some string around your finger, because I want you to remember something.

I want you to remember that none of this beat you.

I want you to remember that you were stronger than all of it.

And this didn't kill you.

You killed this.

Monday, January 15, 2018

The Poison Story

Here is a poisonous story you can tell a child:

"The ground you were born on makes you better than anyone else. The ground you were born is so special, it must be defended at all costs. We must celebrate it with songs, and multicoloured strips of cloth that we can tie to poles. The ground you're born is special because of you, and you are special because of it."

Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Sadness Of Comedy

Anyone looking onto the stage where we lived out our lives would've called us a tragedy, because we had good intentions. But we don't suffer the consequences of our good intentions. We suffer the consequences of our actions.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas and I hope that you find whatever it is that you’re looking for, and I hope you find something new to look for after that, and I hope some part of you is always looking and that you discover that searching is something beautiful we all do.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

A Letter Before We're Gone

I know this is a bittersweet time of year for you because you remember too much.

You remember too many Christmases for someone so young.

There are lights on the tree and there’s water in your eyes, even though the soft glow of everything through a window as you drive past makes you happy. It’s a happy kind of sad, it’s a sad kind of happy. Are you happy now?

How long do we have? Not long. Who do we have? Only so many. Maybe less. But it is enough, and they are enough.

I hope you find your heart under a tree somewhere, wrapped in beautiful paper and tied with a bow. I hope you forgive the people you hate and that you find some kind of peace in someone else, even if it’s just for a few days before we all return to the business of forgetting our lives as we live them.

Your heart is enough.

Don’t get me wrong, good things happen, more than you might expect, or more than you might ever dream, but bad things happen too, and you’ve got to appreciate all the moments between those two points because that’s life too, and it keeps on happening no matter what you do, until it doesn’t and then all that’s left is what you made and who you loved.

Your life is enough.

If I’ve learned anything this year, it’s what I’ve said before: Listen to the kindest voice in your head. It’s the highest form of yourself. The best you is the kindest you, to yourself and to others.

It’s sharp and rough out there, the only way you beat it is by keeping it soft and gentle in your heart. 

Being kind is enough. Love is enough.

 Thank you for every ounce of kindness you’ve shown my new book. It means a lot to me. Thank you for telling your friends about it. Thank you for all that you are. You are beautiful and loved by the universe that made you.

You are more than enough.

My best,

Iain

Thursday, November 23, 2017

The Way Strangers Laugh


People laugh faster than you.

They laugh without thinking about it and they seem easier in themselves, like they were poured into their skin.

Not like you.

You feel like you're borrowing your skin, waiting for the owner to show up at a party, remember he lent it to you, and ask for it back. 

Sometimes, you look at the stars in the sky like they might be home.

And you try and find yourself in every puddle that you cross in the street.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Story Of Everything Starts In All Of Us

Maybe the world isn’t all good, but if you hold my hand, I can prove to you that it’s not all bad either.

There is good love in the hearts of a few, and a few is all you need.