The Agony of Choosing

You’ll either make the choice yourself or the universe will make it for you. So there’s really nothing to worry about.

The Road Trip

Remember when we used to fight over whose music we’d listen to in the car? I was too this and you were too that. And so we compromised and sat in the silence.

I haven’t heard that in a while.

The Place Before Now

My stranger on a train. I make up stories about you as we click-clack across the city, pulses of blood along veins of industry and commerce. One huge beating, pumping city and you and I are single celled. Red blood going in. Blue blood coming out at 5:30pm. How was your day? Do you enjoy what you do? Do you pretend to enjoy what you do? Who do you love? Do they kiss the sweat from your forehead? Do they whisper in your ear? How do you take your coffee?

This is my stop. I’ll see you tomorrow.

The Menu Is Wrong

You need to stop stewing in your own juices and start looking for a new pot.

The Spectator Sport

Sometimes it feels like it's all happening to someone else. Someone like you. And I'm just watching.

The Crowded Life

You can have the entire world around you and yet still be completely alone.

The Silence

I heard a song today that reminded me of you. And I cried.

The Choices You Make

...Or, you could just sit back and decide to enjoy life. To make do with what you have. To be happy. Right here. Right now.

The Short Apology

Sometimes you get caught up in it all. Like yesterday.

By the way, have you lost weight?

The Shades

Our buildings. Your car. An iPod. These things don't make us special. They are no different from a peacock's feathers or a butterfly's wings. Civilization is just a another colour on nature's pallet and our lives are flashes of light across her canvas.

The Series of Changes

You want a new life. But you take the new one you get every morning for granted.

The Bend In The Road

You're unsure of what the next step is. Do you carry on down the same path or find a new one? What do you really want?

No one knows what they really want. We listen to the voice inside our head that tells us what we want but often, it's wrong. We shouldn't be listening to the voice.

We should be listening to the silence.

The Out To Lunch

I have nothing interesting to say to you today.

The Light Within

You are responsible for your own actions. Whether you shine or not is entirely up to you. No one else.

The Spilling Of Colours

You spill yourself in red, blue, green, white, silver, forgetting which colour is your own.

They're all your own. You're not losing yourself. You're finding yourself in others.

The Tired Ramblings

Okay so you’re out the gates and in the race and you get an education and a job and a wife and a kid and you drink and you eat and you make love when you can sometimes more than you can and you consume things like your lover and a cigarette and a drink and a bite to eat before you go to sleep and then wake up and do it again because you can and you will and that’s what’s expected of you just like they expected it of your father and his father before him and one day they’ll expect it from your kids too and then their kids will follow your over trodden footsteps into the office and get a cup of coffee and talk by the water cooler about what movies they saw last night.

You need to slow down. There is more than this.

The Time You Forgot To Breathe

Don't swim too near the surface. The sun will burn your skin.

Don't swim too near the floor. The cold will cool your heart.

Float in the middle and you will be fine.

The Grasping of Hands

We can't see it from where we are. But from above, you and I are the same.

The Stories You Tell

Life is not a story. No matter how much you'd like it to be.

Life is life. It can end, begin and become whatever you want it to be.

Nothing is written down.

The Double Knot

You could be right. You could be wrong. Remember this. Especially the second part. Being wrong allows you to take responsibility for your actions. It allows you to change. Constantly needing to be right, doesn’t.

The Space Between Changes

Thank you. Thank you to the 1000+ of you that come here once a week. Thank you for your comments. Thank you for reading. It's all just symbols on a computer screen until someone else reads it. Thank you for that.

I'd also like to thank one of you in particular. You know who you are. You're the only one who really gets it. And you know it inside.

The old year is dead. The new year is alive and well. You know what to do next.