Monthly Archives: September 2019


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.



When a loved one dies, the world will treat you all the same, but you will look at it differently.

:: whatdoyouattendto