I imagine that as we take our last breath, we will realise what a privilege all this has been.
Every moment. Every interaction. Every relationship. Everything.
My daughter, Flossie, turned nine on Monday. She’s an amazing wee girl and it blows me away how much she’s grown already.
Wouldn’t it be better to realise what a privilege it is, now?
What a privilege everything is.
In arguments, we often want to be right. But being right is not the same as being wise.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.