The young boy played in the sand box. He spent all day making a sand castle, crafting it so that it was grander than all the other children's sand castles. He ran to his mother, grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her over to the play area.   "What do you think of it mother?" the boy said.   The mother looked for a good while, paused, and said "Enough". The boy put his head down, sad and disappointed, and walked away.   The young boy was at school. He partook in a speaking competition in front of the entire school, all the teachers and students.

When I was just four years old, I wanted a Woody toy. He was my favourite character from the Disney film Toy Story.    Though if I’d been born in 1980, or 1880, I wouldn’t have wanted a ‘Woody’.    We know a lot about early civilisation from cave paintings and archaeological research. Without ever having read a book on this subject, I can safely say that despite the many records on cave walls, there are no paintings of Ferraris or Lamborghinis by cavemen.    I think it’s because cavemen did not appreciate fast cars.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLfkdIdPKpI When I was a bit older, maybe ten this time, I saw

Mary said she’d be happy when she had the perfect man.  Joseph said he’d be happy when he could afford to live uptown, instead of noisy, smelly downtown. Angela said she’d be happy when she’d published her first book.  Bruno said he’d be happy when he’d realised what his dream job was, what he wanted to do with his life.    Everyone has a ‘when’.    When I was young, my cousins and I used to play hide-and-seek. One of us would cover our eyes and begin counting downwards from 10.    3… 2… 1… “Ready or not, here I come!”   And then the seeker would go on a manhunt

Dear Reader, I regret to inform you that you have a rare, albeit painless terminal illness. This terminal illness is silent and unsuspecting, with no noticeable symptoms but it will kill you.    I estimate based on my medical opinion, that you have somewhere between five to ten years to live. I’m sorry if this is not what you were expecting - but I hope you take this news well.    I hope you use your remaining time well. Luckily for you it’s not five minutes, five weeks or five months. You’ve still got time to do things.    Unluckily for you it’s five years    Unluckily for

We should all ask what we want to do with our lives. We should all ask who we want to be.    But we should not expect to find one single and simple answer to that question. I can’t think of anything worse.     Why should you be only one thing?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ng9OduLP6c The pressure you might feel to be just ‘one thing’ in your life and in your society is based on a very limited style of ‘Box Thinking’. We fell into, some time ago, a way of thinking about social roles that is not set in stone - but it feels like it is.    Instead of

Don’t look up the stars and think you need to reach them. Don’t think that your life will be incomplete if you don’t make it to the moon.    Those stars are a long way away. If the only way you can be happy is by reaching the stars, we can be certain of one thing at least - that you will not be your happiest self on your journey there.    We cannot be certain that you will get there.   We cannot be certain how long it will take.    Also, we cannot be certain that if you make it there, you will like what you

Thousands of young men will protest me writing this article. It is sure to reduce the number of bikini photos that young women post on Instagram.    There will be fewer 6-pack photos as well.    One of the criticisms of social media is that it exacerbates insecurity, that it gives unrealistic standards for the rest of us to compare our bodies and lives to.    All those people with chiseled abs and luscious curves harm the self-image of those of us out there who will never look like them.   But what if the dad-bods and curves-in-the-wrong places aren’t the only ones suffering? What if the 6-packs

You don't have permission to register