Is life really suffering? 2020 would certainly have us think so. But I think there is more to the story. Suffering may be a part of it, but life can't just be about the pain otherwise why would any of us get out of bed in the morning? There is more than suffering, but we need to appreciate the full meaning. I didn't blog for the whole of 2020. I saw other writers and content makers give their 'expert' advice on a situation that was mostly uncharted to all of us and I thought,

Sometimes, if you're lucky, you meet someone who personifies the very essence of light. These rare gems shine so brightly, they radiate you with a warmth that is impossible not to love. And like a star, they continue to shine in our lives even after they're gone. Jeni was an infectious, physically delicate, beautiful in-and-out 28 year old. When we met, she had already travelled the world, graduated from university, began a lucrative career in events and had no shortage of lo

Nobody wants to crash and burn. We don't design our lives around the possibility of the type of ruin that leaves us quivering in the foetal position. Even the most paranoid and pessimistic types rarely create a realistic contingency for outright despair. Yet hitting rockbottom at least once in life is not uncommon, so what happens when we get there without a plan? Being an optimist is a double-edged sword. It helps you to see the good in most situations - and people - which c

What is yesterday? Does it even exist? Does it exist to you as it exists to me? Or it is just different versions of the same light? On a general basis, time might feel generic, but when it comes to grief, time shifts into a completely unique dimension for each of us... I remember a friend at college telling me that his mother had died the year before we met. By the time of this conversation I had never grieved before, so when he described his loss as having taken place a year

There are two types of people in this world. Those who have grieved and those who haven’t. For those who haven’t, let me put it like this: Grief is a you-shaped hole that has been torn through the universe, ingesting every last atom that previously belonged to you. It’s a hole from which you will certainly never return. That’s about the only thing you are sure of as your innards disappear through the vortex. If someone had offered me a book about grief during such time, I wou