I sat and looked at myself in the mirror recently. I have aged. I have changed. (I was not unaware of this). But it was distinctly obvious. I face mortality. Unlike many my age, I probably have 20-30 years more. What does this time look like? Will I leave a legacy? Am I worth a …
Tag Archives: choice
is it a disease?
I have always argued that it is not. I have been stoic in the fact that I make choices at times, often taking the easiest route. The most hedonistic route. The familiar route. Because a new route is hard. Change – for the new and improved – is hard, if not to start, then certainly …
Lose Yourself to Find Yourself
It’s not true. Well, some profundity may be experienced in the realm of delving into your mind, altering your consciousness to a point where your perspective changes. But, at some stage, you’re going to need to stop trying to lose yourself, otherwise, simply put, you will never find yourself again. Stop trying to lose your …
SHAME
I feel it often. It’s an insidious feeling that I cannot quite understand. I am ashamed of my past. I am ashamed of my progress in life. Ashamed to be, by definition, stuck in the same place. I cycle through phases, round and round through old routines, and rarely break the mould. Actually, it’s a …
Broken record, I am
I could write a paragraph about the same shit. I could write a paragraph about the possibility of change, about how it’s right there waiting for me to grab it by the horns. But this blog is for me. And the truth is, I want this to be reality. That reality is probably not mine. …
Patrick Melrose
Binged this series recently. Can’t say it was a happy experience, but it was a good one. It made me feel. Benedict Cumberbatch was outstanding in the lead role, not discounting the script adaptation from the novels (I have not read them) and the direction. I highly recommend the series. Even when a show can …
tobacco
In some ways the hardest, but in many, the easiest to defeat Tobacco is the beginning and the end of addiction for many. Most of us started in our early years, for who knows why. Was it an act of rebellion? Be cool? Trying to fit in? Maybe someone we looked up to was a …
gambling
I learnt that you can be addicted to poker machines
The Addiction Paradox 