Who will remember you? “I’m not bothered what people know of me in four generations.” “That’s narcissistic!” This is a paraphrased excerpt from a recent popular podcast. Eric Weinstein was calling Steven Bartlett a narcissist. Essentially for not caring if anyone remembered him in 120 years. Of course, they were… Read More »Personal legacy in a collapsing world
Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall todayWill the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way? There’s a lot packed into these two lines. They come from Children of the Grave, by Black Sabbath. The track itself pulses with urgency, warning, and a kind of longing.… Read More »Disengagement, Doom, and the Courage to Love
“When do people get phones? And who teaches them how to use them?” My six-year-old son asked today. Implicit in the questions was an assumption. That getting a phone is a natural stage of the human life cycle. Like puberty or growing up. It struck me that it pretty much… Read More »Parenting Milestones: This could be the Last Time
Depths of despair I lay still. I stared at the ceiling. The orange glow of the streetlight slanted through the naff blinds. That colour reminded me of hope. Not a nice hope, but a mocking hope. Optimism felt fanciful, like a fairytale. Something other people had but never me. I… Read More »Lost in My Own Mind – And How I Found the Way Out
That salute. Beating his chest and throwing his arm to the sky. Twice. The world’s richest man outing himself as the global king of controversy. There have been remarkable achievements in his lifetime, sure. Yet that’s tarnished now. Trashed. Revealed to be driven by a megalomanic urge to get to… Read More »On that salute: The starting gun for the techno fascist regime
It flashed again. Excitement. The over-large purple cursor waited for him. Blinking on the screen. I’d had to disable the touchpad due to his fidgeting near it. That had been moving the mouse. His face was bright. Reflecting both the light of the laptop and his own energy. His eyes… Read More »How to Boost Future Excitement: See through Children’s Eyes
Where there are humans, there is hope A strange take perhaps in a world which has thrown up a grand surprise of grimly epic proportions. The post of USA president has previously been categorized as ‘Leader of the Free World’. Recent events make a mockery of that idea. Somehow, over… Read More »On the World in 2025: There’s always hope, you know
An angry mob attempts to set fire to a hotel. Inside shelter people who have escaped untold trauma. Many (predominantly white men) take to the streets across the country. They set cars on fire, pelt the police, loot businesses. Fueled by misinformation. Enabled by inequality. It is all a disgrace.… Read More »Dealing with Hate: A Hopeful Migration Narrative
Reflections There will always be moments that give you cause to reflect. Three occurrences this week have already counted for me. They are perfectly normal, although quite distinct. Together they highlight pride, compassion, and above all, the importance of perspective. That’s the thing about life when seen through moments. Reflection… Read More »Life Through Moments: Pride, Compassion, and Perspective
It’s in his kiss Did you know that men who kiss their partners before leaving the house reportedly live, on average, four years longer than those who don’t? This is an intriguing finding. Surely there’s more going on here? More than the simple act of a daily kiss? It is… Read More »Improve your quality of life: More affection and question your thoughts
The Late-Night Conversation We emerged from the tunnel. It was still dark, street lamps lit the way in the early hours. I was driving a pal home from a late-night party. The friend swayed in his seat drunkenly but talked fluently. I hung on every word. He made a lot… Read More »How to prime your mind for positivity
I tried telling them. They wouldn’t stop. Just couldn’t stop. Lips curled upwards, brimming with joy, little faces lit up. They smiled and giggled and giggled some more as they relentlessly tried to drag me to the floor. It wasn’t a done deal. I still had a little energy after… Read More »Parenting with Presence