The way I see it

It's true you know, no matter how important we think we are, how significant we see ourselves, the world does indeed keep on turning. From the very first dawn of time, to the day you and I came into the world. It was spinning then, and it's spinning now. There is, for me at least, a comforting, consistent, well, consistency about this. Knowing, as much as I am able, that tonight when I retire into the world of sleep, this beautiful mysterious, awe inspiring planet we call home will still be turning. When I awake, bar a intergalactic disaster, it will still be spinning. When I find myself thinking about subjects like this, my mind often wanders. It's as if I regress to a child like state of mind again. I wonder, how many times the planet has spun since the day I was born, since the planet was created even. No doubt I could ask Google for the answer. I find myself deliberating. Does the planet ever get tired of spinning and spinning? Now, of course, there may be some w...

Fatherhood, it's a journey... You know, being a Dad, is, well, mysterious. There are no rule books, At least I don't think there are. I certainly cannot recall being handed one at the hospital following the two occasions of my children's birth. Maybe, however, there was a rule book, but only one. Maybe I missed it when they were giving them out at the anti natal classes? More than likely, I no doubt missed the handing out of this holy grail to fatherhood shortly after my fist born, when I popped out for a quick smoke, under the guise I should imagine of needing to declare the good news to others via text message. I did smoke back then, before I knew any better. Don't get me wrong, of course I knew, deep down within me, that with each drag, my lungs were dying just that little bit more, little alveoli sacks gasping like wheezy asthmatic pensioners. But, I didn't really appreciate or even give second thought to the impact such a habit cou...

I am me you see. I am very soon to turn 44 years of age. In the grand scheme of things, I agree, 44 is not that old. Compared to the age of the universe for example, estimated to be approximately 13.8 billion years old, source found here  I am but a mere glint in the eye of the creator. Of course, some will argue, that the universe is between 6000 and 10'000 years old, as some Christians do, and others different ages again. But, I am not writing this as a thesis on the maturity of our universe. No, I am writing it from a soon to be 44 year old point of view, and my place in it.  I don't have an issue with age. I cannot halt it. I cannot press pause, alight from a point in time, and when the mood takes me, press play, and carry on again. Isn't there a saying, time waits for no man? Maybe I should be a woman! I don't think I have heard the phrase, time waits for no woman. Maybe I haven't heard it, because I am a man! Maybe I have not...