An untamed ego is like a dragon blowing fire all over your life. But how can we live without one?
We can choose to meet death like a great opponent about to begin an epic sword fight. We grow in size by our ability to live life in its absolute fullness. We let no moment of beauty pass under our nose without sniffing it and hugging it and holding it close.
It was one of those surreal moments when you realize you are in a cave, high on hash, smoking with Babas, somewhere in North India.
Living life with the mentality that we need to make the most of what we have now leaves so much more room for joy. In the grand scheme of things, we also have an expiration date.
It’s winter in Beijing and I’m at a crowded bar with loud music. As I take my jacket off, I ask my friends if they want a drink. They nod. I push my way to the front of the bar, squeezing through the crowd and lean my elbows on the counter.
But what I’ve come to realise is that these moments of darkness show me a place that so many people live day in and day out. They show me a place concealed behind masks, drenched in shame and guilt
When every day starts looking like the day before…do this.
This soup is based off an Ayurvedic recipe and is equally delicious as it is healthy.
While most people create their vision boards at the start of the year, I like to start mine in May. January doesn’t always have to be the start of the year in my world!
Therapy is like rummaging through the contents of your head, plucking things from their usual place and examining it in different lighting.
“It’s all of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
Here’s a pic of me at about 4 years old with a mullet (thanks mum). All wide-eyed and innocent, not having a single clue about anything.
Whenever I listen to that song today, I can close my eyes and feel the motion of the car, the wind in my hair and this intense swell of love.
Melbourne is like Sydney’s anarchist sibling. It’s the one who went rogue; the middle child who decided to leave his cookie cutter Aussie family and be everything everyone else his family wasn’t.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.