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.
There is a shift that must take place in between when we realise that we’ve got something of value to share with another, and when we have the confidence to act on it.
Who needs to hear what you’ve got to say?
Jealousy sees another person for what they have, rather than who they are.
As I look at people with power in our society, I find myself less taken with what they have achieved, and far more interested in what they’ve sacrificed to get there.
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.
When you’ve got a few minutes unaccounted for: when you’re walking to the bathroom, when you’re waiting for something or someone, when you’re heating up your lunch, what do you do?