Better to sink with tempests raging o’er Masts all dismantled and hull gaping wide Than rest and rot on some unclouded shore The idle plaything of the listless tide. Better the grime of battle on the brow, With grim defeat to crush thy dying hand Than through long years of peace to tyrant bow Or dwell captive in a stranger’s land. Better the castle with beleaguered gate, By battle’s lightning shivered in a day Than peaceful walls in…
Lately I’ve been in a very introspective mood, trying to process and understand the events in my life since I first came to Australia in 1998. Life seems so much more hectic than it used to be, and I feel that I haven’t had enough time to think in recent years. I’ve been reduced to the level of my lizard brain, acting on impulse, and not truly understanding myself or others. I’d like that to change, and this trip will…
This life isn’t working for me. I’m surviving, but I can’t say that I’m thriving. I have a nice house, a lovely dog, and a good job. So why the dissatisfaction? By the standards of most of the world, I’m extremely lucky. After living in Australia for nearly 18 years, my life seems to lack real meaning. With few friends or family, I seem to work just to provide myself with food and shelter, so that I can go back…