Life is not guaranteed, but death is inevitable.


We are selective of what we do and what we do, we do well.


There is beauty in every facet of every moment.


If you’re alone, the ghost attacks you.

Bring a friend and the ghost will possess them.

Go in a group and the ghost will most likely possess one and try to split the group.



My eye was watery for no apparent reason. It wasn’t red, i kept wiping it, and still it teared. The Sheikh said i was dehydrated. So i drank and drank, and true enough, my eye stopped tearing.


On the one hand you have a child who is grown, but treated like that hasn’t happened. Which is weird, because that person has already achieved so much, faced death, and is responsible over the lives of their men.

On the other hand you have a parent, who probably due to circumstances, had to be tough and controlling. Loving, yes, very much so, but still hasn’t let go of the string of the kite.

The child is trying to prove that they have made it, the parent is trying to assert their authority, they end up at loggerheads over the smallest of things.

I don’t know whose ego is bigger, nor how they can step around this huge boulder that’s in the way of their family’s peace of mind.


To find your purpose and live a fulfilling life, you must put in work. REAL work. Reading about finding your purpose and writing endless reflections don’t cut it; what really pushes you forward is the work that is sometimes painful, uncomfortable, and can’t be done from your chair. Go out and do things.

I need to go out and do things.



1: Hey, Paul, I uh, I heard about what happened. You okay?

2: I’m fine. I don’t wanna talk about it.

1: Hey, you sure? It’s a pretty big thing.

2: Like I said, I’m fine.

1: It’s just that sometimes when people refuse to talk about something, it’s really cos it hurts to much and they’re trying to ignore it. They’re not actually fine.

2: I had a good breakfast this morning, but you know what? I don’t wanna talk about it. Is it somehow cos I’m bothered by it? No, it’s just cos I don’t want to talk right now. Does that clear things up?

1: Ouch. But… Yeah…

2: No, hang on, Michelle, it’s not you. It’s this project. Driving me nuts and I’ve got to put in the first draft by noon tomorrow.

1: Oh, right, sorry, should’ve realised. Ok you know what, I could help you with that right now. My stuff isn’t sure for a long while more.

2: I’d actually really appreciate that. Let’s go.



“You are protected by your own death”

And so you should feel no fear as you charge into battle. When your time came, it would happen not a second more and not a second less; on the battlefield or cowering at home.

Likewise, you are protected by your allocated sustenance.

Take that step, go on that journey that your heart is screaming at your head about. Make that scary decision that could remove the very footing from beneath you, and leave you falling into a hole whose depth you can’t perceive.

Because if you are meant to go broke or lose it all, it will come, regardless of whether or not you took that step.

If you are meant to lose your wealth or social standing or whatever, then so be it; just don’t lose your chance to do something truly worthwhile with your limited time here.



Usually i would’ve cried, but this time i barely even shrugged. Something had changed in me; a part of me had died, and i didn’t even notice up till now. In fact, that realization aroused no feeling in me. And that alarmed me.



It had been a long and tiring day, and we were finally glad to be back in the coziness and silence of the office. I had his bags and documents which I went to arrange on the correct shelves, and sat on his chair, beckoning me to take the one opposite.

“So, David, what is your assessment of the events that took place today?” he asked, and it was clear he wasn’t testing me; he really wanted to know what I thought.

“Well Sir, it seems the majority of the Council did not take to our proposal as we had hoped. I suspect they understand and see the merits of our plan, but are driven by some hidden agenda. The plebs are obviously on our side but too afraid to act. We might have to go around the Council or act upon the plan ourselves, at great cost.”

“I agree with you wholly,” he said, and removed his glasses. I’d expected to see tired eyes, for him to rub the bridge of his nose and perhaps sigh. That’s what anyone would’ve done.

Instead I saw as clear as day, the fire in his gaze, and not a trace of fatigue. It was as good as a costume change, him taking off his glasses; just a new look to carry on working with.

“You’ve had a long day, and we’ll have a lot more to do tomorrow. Why don’t you go on ahead, and we’ll meet back here at 8 tomorrow. Send my regards to your father too, I remember he was due to arrive home not a few hours ago.”

“Yes Sir. You’ve had a long day too, I hope you have a good rest,” I said, not yet standing.

“A good rest, yes, but not quite yet. I’d like to look into some matters,” he said with a simple smile.

I hesitated for a second, then spoke.

“Sir, if I might be so bold to ask, how do you keep it up? You’ve spent so much, in time and effort and money, and it’s been such a tedious effort, but you don’t look tired. You don’t seem discouraged. I don’t understand,” I said, unaware that my brows were knitted and I was leaning forward a bit.

He gave a wide smile and there was s twinkle in his eye.

“I suppose, young man, because I’m living my purpose. I truly believe in what I’m doing and am wholly dedicated to it. Every step of the way i find enjoyment and fulfilment. And prayer. Pray a lot, ask for help and guidance constantly. We are ever in need of His Mercy and Strength.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew it was the truth. It was so simple. I guess I’d known it all along, but I just had yo hear it.

“I see. Thank you, Sir. And goodnight,” I said with a small bow, then left.



My friends, the cats.


There are no lines, just different shades along a gradient. Yet within all the chaos and uncertainty we hang onto our version of order.


If death were a social construct then perhaps a hermit in a secluded area with severe amnesia, might live forever. There would be no thought of death in his mind, and none of it from others to invite it to his door.



It’s funny how we don’t fulfil our obligations towards God and then complain about things that are lacking in our lives.

The void fills itself when we fill our hearts with His remembrance, by using our bodies in obedience.


Easier said than done.


It’s important to cry sometimes.


Hey it’s not like you did a bad job, you’re just not good enough. Don’t take it personally though, I mean no offence. Now get out.


Sometimes we need to stop consuming and just make something. By the way babies definitely count but I’d move them far down the list for most people.


Everybody who’s anybody just wants to be misunderstood and lonely and different and Oh so angry all the time.


Most people don’t realize how pointless their existence is.


When I look at photos of Earth I get emotional. It’s our home, we live off it, and for awhile more at least there just isn’t anywhere else that we have. I feel like crying when I think how much we’ve misused and mistreated it. Little blue marble. I love you so much.



“What ails him?”



Waking up and immediately going back to sleep feels better than being asleep.


Of all the furred animals, we have the least on our faces.



Here are some of the small things in life that I truly enjoy but might not express enough gratitude for:

  • The smell of roasted coffee beans.
  • The ozone smell before it rains.
  • The crinkle of a crisp paper bag.
  • The smell of new books, old books, and library books.
  • A perfectly crunchy and golden brown fried chicken nugget.
  • Drinks that are sweet, cold and bonus points if they’re gassy.
  • A cat when it’s curled into a little ball of fur and sleeping soundly.
  • Jumping into the sea.
  • How the sky looks just after sunrise. It’s bright and full of promise, with plenty of hours before dark.
  • When you talk to someone and you get a whiff of their minty-clean toothpaste-smelling breath and you can see their teeth are white and so clean. I really do appreciate good oral hygiene.
  • The feeling of lying down on crisp linen on your comfortable bed, the pillow soft and fluffy, and you are clean and dry and ready to sleep and it’s still early and you’ve had a good and productive day.
  • Getting ready to board a flight.
  • Reading a book and concluding happily that its as good as its cover.
  • You’re ready to pay for something when you get an unexpected discount.
  • Opening your mailbox to see a few letters and maybe a small parcel.
  • Arriving leisurely at the bus stop just a moment before the bus arrives.
  • All green lights as you drive.
  • Being able to go back to sleep.