I thought I'd left Frost's poem behind, but he had maintained his grip on me all these years. Recently I was chatting about what the future looks like with my counsellor Toni, when she asked, “What are you scared of?”
These lines sit in the back pocket of my diary, and I pull them out when I need some grounding. When the achievement means more than who I am becoming as I work towards the goal. When I get a head full of self-importance and how I treat those around me suffers.
I had always thought that philosophy was a subject confined to the back blocks of creaky universities and dusty bookshops, without much relevance in modern day life.
After what happened in our city on Friday, how can we face a week like normal?
As you’ll see throughout this blog, different aspects of my past creep up in different ways and heavily inform what I write about. One of the things that most defined me growing up was my faith. I thought I found God at summer camps and overnight retreats; the hype of hormones and loud music, and …
What Christmas this year taught me about being thankful for now.