philosophical
middle age is realising you’ll never realise your dreams?
I once read a definition of middle age as the point in time when you realise that you are never going to own a Mercedes convertible.
Now, I guess all the Mercedes owning readers get overexcited that they’re never going to reach middle age. The point that the author was trying to make is that when [...]
musings on child-free lives
Parents like to justify having kids. I know this because I encounter it a lot. It’s fairly often of the *kids give life meaning* variety. You know, *kids change you so much, and that’s always good therefore everyone should have kids*.
Since I’m planning and hoping to remain child-free by choice, although I think it’s wrong, [...]
challenge yourself: accept reality
It’s often the case that we confuse reality with *that which we would like to be true*. I’ve noticed this several times lately - I feel that politicians are particularly prone.
Currently, in the UK there’s a big furore over the recommendation of the independent advisory panel that ecstasy should be reclassified as a drug - [...]
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