In those moments, its so easy for cynicism to become our default world view. Disillusionment is like a poison that sneaks in when we least expect it. Like the unwelcome visitor, we inadvertently open the door to it, unaware of what its entrance will bring to our lives. Continue reading When the shadows become a reality
To cut the long story short I found that there was much truth in the commonly held sentiment; the grass is rarely ever greener on the other side and in my case after a very promising start and an initial high within weeks of starting my new job that sinking feeling of “I need to get out of here” had returned… Continue reading Why we want more…
A big lesson has been that any “high” that we can possibly get from achieving a goal is a beautifully bitter one. Mountain tops lead you back down to where you started, even lower if you take the wrong trail, and it’s the same with following society’s perceptions of what your life should look like. Continue reading Don’t put me in the box
As I sat at work during my lunch break it dawned on me that it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas for most of the Christmas celebrating world. There is no mistaking the glimmering lights radiating from people’s homes nor the unmistakable festive spirit that seems to have overcome a lot of people. Workers have a spring in their step, children are giddy with … Continue reading A lot like Christmas
For a compulsively obsessive “people pleaser” that’s a hard pill to swallow- and I’m pretty sure I’m on the extreme end of the spectrum. My desperation for approval is close to embarrassing; the tiniest suggestion that my destructive behaviour may have to come to an end leaves me feeling unnerved. You see I kind of wear my constant desire to please other people as a … Continue reading Don’t try so hard…
I see you. Tears in your eyes; you glance at the lock and check for the fifth time that it’s really locked. You stare at the reflection in the mirror hoping somehow you could blink it away. Hands trembling you vigorously scrub the drying mud away. Oh darling if only you would see, its only mud…it’s only a mirror; and everybody knows that mirrors never … Continue reading Dear younger me,
Earphones on, eyes droopy I’m barely holding on to the cold metal rails yet even on this dreaded Monday commute, I’ve somehow found a semblance of peace. The next song comes on, just as the train stops to let the next set of depressed commuters on. In my half conscious state I find myself nodding and in complete agreement with Switch foot’s sentiments…”Life is short I want to live it … Continue reading It’s not all about you…or is it?