Life is beautiful
Ah, life, how beautiful you are, with all your quirks, your ups and downs. You toss and turn us like a Sunday salad and throw us into spins and dives like a roller coaster… Then, just when we think you’ve put us through the wringer one too many times, you settle us into calmer waters, hair dishevelled, marbles lost, and edges rough and grating. Only then do you ask even more of us: to take the broken, shaky bits and glue them back together, even better than before. You sly old dog, you! It has taken some convincing to believe that you’re actually operating on a level we cannot even begin to comprehend… and that perhaps, somehow, it’s all in our best interest. How do you even do this? How do you nurture each and every one of us towards realising what you already know: that the ultimate version of each individual is already embedded within us, but is something so precious that it needs to be mined like diamonds? I have come to believe that the people you send our way are the keys t...
