A Beginning…

Growing up you are encouraged to be a child, but simultaneously you are expected to have a plan for your life.  Every dream, every expression of whimsy on the part of a child has parents oscillating between sky kissed peaks of euphoria and the valleys of terror for the adults the children could become.  But parents fail to enlighten these blank pages about the sheer randomness that is life.  It never plays fair, never plays by the rules, it is a jilted lover, a swooning miss… it can only be relied upon for one thing, to test the very limits of your strength; strength of character and purpose.  The trouble with this is that sometimes we become so focused on beating life that we trap ourselves in the rut called ‘capitalism’ and more fondly the ‘rat race’.