the window seat

I think I know why I like to sit by the window.

I love watching the destination draw closer and closer.

I love to watch where I was fade away.

Something to look back on.

Something to look forward to.

And the journey to watch while stuck in between.


Behind Every Person

“There’s a story behind every person. There’s a reason why they’re the way they are. They aren’t just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it’s impossible to fix them.”




“The only thing that is distinctly different about me is that I’m not afraid to die on a treadmill. I will not be outworked, period. You might have more talent than me, you might be smarter than me, you might be sexier than me. But if we get on the treadmill together, there’s two things that can happen: Either you’re getting off first, or I’m going to die. It’s really that simple. So let’s go back to what I do when people reject me: I’m either going to get back in, or I’m going to die. The majority of people who aren’t getting the things they want, or aren’t achieving the things they want, is strictly based on hustle. It’s strictly based on being outworked, on missing crucial opportunities. If you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready.”

– Will Smith

As seen on TMF Project today

Just Once

I hate the rain
And always have
The way the chill settles
Thickly in the air
The way the raindrops
Become needles on my skin
Poking and prodding me
Into a horrible submission…

I hate the clouds that
Come with the rain
The way they block the sun
From lighting my face
The way gloom swarms from
The darkened world
Holding and suppressing
Anything that brings a smile…

I hate how the clouds
Rumble together at night
The way tears of angels fall
From the shielded skies
The way they soak us through
Clinging to our clothes
Freezing and tugging down
Yet somehow soothing and soft…

Dropping the brolly,
We hold each other close
And for one fleeting instant
I love the rain

Taken from my Cambridge days