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A sly secret.

One thing that a lot of people don’t know, nor will they because I won’t ever tell them this fact.

The main thing that makes me smile is seeing people take the leap of faith and embrace change, then once they have the genuine smile that follows is what makes it all worth while.

The saddest part is many will be held back by their own fear, even if I see something more, no matter how much faith in them I have, I can’t force them to take that step towards something better, they have to want to do it themselves.

People have to want to be free of their chains and embrace change.

For those that do though, that smile makes my job worth it every time.

To see others actually be happy, what other feeling is better than that?


A conclusion is reached

After some deliberation and various chatter with people of all walks of life, I’ve come to an unsurprising conclusion.

We’re all hypocrites.

That’s it, end of post.

Bye Bye 🙂

Mint tea & more out of life

“Is it wrong to want more out of life?”

A fair question that many would answer with something along the lines of –

“No, of course not, but…”

People are quite happy to tell you to live your dreams, to do what makes you happy and so on, so long as it doesn’t go against the grain or directly oppose their values/beliefs or disrupt the status quo.

In a time where we have the potential to do anything there seems to be a lot of reasons not to do those things.

Being the selfish person that I am, I will do what I want and as such find myself held in contempt, to which I’m happy to accept. It’s a small price to pay to make light the burden of other peoples opinions.

It’s true that opinions will always be listed to because it would be disrespectful not to, especially since everyone is entitled to theirs, however it doesn’t mean we need to accept them, that’s our right after all.

If you want more out of your life, go get it :).


Mother Nature & Father Time

Two things we try and control – nature and time.

As far as I’m aware we’ve not done it successfully.

Why is is we lust for control of such things so much?

It’s understandable that getting old is a fear of many, the same goes for trying to control every thing else around us, yet there are certain things we just can’t master.

Where does this inherent desire for control come from I wonder.

It’s an answer I wish I had, yet so far only pieces have been found, perhaps the entire answer will never be revealed.

What does it matter if I really think about it.

It doesn’t I suppose.

It’s nothing more than a musing to help waste the day.

Once more with green tea

Is is just me or does anyone else get tired of the complete and utter bullshit people post on social media these days?

Sob stories, click bait, righteous bullshit, it’s just too much.

So many claiming to care, yet when you look past the veil you see the only thing that matters is their own ego.

The rare exceptions to this are the people who truly love their children, even kids these days are becoming more like a fashion accessory.

Seriously, what’s up with that?

When did bitterness become my staple?

Was it from the lessons learnt over the years or all that time spent exploring all the possibilities.

You know it’s serious when you eve being to piss yourself off with your own attitude.

Pot to tea while posing a question

“What if this is our afterlife. Our own heaven or hell, depending on the person point of view.”

Something I asked a religious person who asked if they could sit with me while I was having a nice pot of tea this morning.

Not sure why they sat with me, there were others in the room and plenty of space for them to sit on their own. Maybe I looked like I needed the help of the lord or some comforting words from the sacred text, who knows.

The conversation was quite pleasant and fairly interesting.

Religion seems to be such a point of contention, you’d think that logically they’d all want to the same thing if their chosen god was as benevolent and magnanimous as they’d have you believe, yet this is rarely the case, if it was all religions would get along, which we know they don’t.

Ironic really.

The holy war of the righteous, that’s what it’s called isn’t it?

Did I just make that up? Chances are I’m talking bollocks on that one, apologies.

Anyway, the question I posed to him left him silent, moments later he wished  me a goo day and left. It seems a thoughtful question or different perspective isn’t welcome by some, shame really.


The new local

A new face amongst the old.

I wonder what I am going to see.

There’s a lot of interesting people, this is certainly the place for me.

Reading tea

Read this earlier –

We are all as real as the masks we wear

As alive as the stories we tell

Creations of our own imagination

We are as real as real pretends to be

That’s why people know who I am, but they never really know me

Quite thought provoking while sat with a cup of tea. Yet there will be so many different perceptions of the words based on each persons own nature.

It’s truly fascinating that while we all see the same things, at the same time we don’t.



Assam Tea & Quiet

Being back in the home town after being away does open your eyes.

I knew it was a small place filled with people who are big fish in a small pond as it were.

While here they have a name, they’re someone, they’re something, yet take this dreary little place away and put them in a modern metropolis and suddenly their bark is no louder than that of a puppy finding its feet.

It certainly gives you a different view on the world and the people in it.

One such person was giving someone hassle this morning and while I’d usually let them crack on and impose their presence I felt like performing a little experiment today, just to see what would happen.

As they began getting louder and stamping their feet to get their own was I calmly interjected with the simple yet concise line that was “Calm down mate be fore you hurt yourself. Getting pissy won’t help two people serve this line any faster now will it.” – I got a stunned look sent my way and sure enough they quietened down.

It was quite fascinating.

Given this young individual is quite a well respected and known boxer in our small town he was very quite to pipe down. He reminded me of Curly from ‘Of Mice & Men’ somewhat.

Chances are he will bitch about this to his crew later, however in this moment he got shown for what he is, a small dog with a loud bark that can be easily silenced if one is willing to throw down a verbal challenge.

Perhaps it’s the inherent self destructive nature I hold that prompts me to do such things, maybe it’s just because I’m bored, either way it helped pass the time, even if it was only a few seconds.


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