After what can only be described as one of the busiest starts to the year I’ve ever experienced, I am now able to relax, take a single breath and take a moment to myself to think. Today after leaving work a little early, I decided to take one of my slow walk through Soho towards Charring Cross. I’ve tried to take a leisurely walk in London any chance I can get, realising that I’m not going to be in this city for much longer. I’ve started to note the little things that I’ll miss about this town while I stroll about, headphones on, lip syncing to Radiohead, big smile on my face, there is so much to enjoy in life. I’m through knocking this place. It’s amazing that I’m here. Especially when I’m in my favorite spot on a red double decker (front seat, up top), crossing over Waterloo Bridge, Westminster on my right, Southbank and St Paul to my left. No matter how many times I’ve crossed that bridge, it still leaves me thinking how lucky I am. A friend of mine told me that I’m one of those few people that gets the chance to be living thier dream. There’s so much negativity around me, I really don’t feel any need to contribute to it anymore. Work could be better. Public transport could run to schedule. The weather could be abit warmer. All these things that people have in there minds that presently things could be better…it’s such a waste of time and a waste of energy. One time, when I was living in Melbourne, I had to walk 3 hours to get home because I had no money for the bus. A friendly man offered me his sandwich while I sat at a bus stop for a little rest. Amazing how even now that sandwich tasted like the best sandwich I have ever eaten. Little moments that would have been missed simply because money would have meant I could have caught a taxi to take me home as quick as possible. This strange human behaviour to want to speed things up. To rush through life. That having a quiet moment to do nothing but sit and think is wasting time. Why are people so scared of having nothing to do. I’ve been cherrishing the moments that I don’t have anything to do. What is wasting time? If something like time, which is constant and cannot be altered, diverted, stopped or in anyway changed, how does it get wasted? It always brings me back to the time that I once believed that I am able to change whatever situation I am in. To be the master of my own destiny. Not to waste my life. Make something of myself. Now, living my dream. Being counted amongst those who can say they’ve made something of their life….I’m thinking back to my late night free sandwich, sitting with a stranger that I had befriended on a lonely bus stop bench, and realising it was great to be alive then, I was happy then. Am I happy now. I think I am. Not happier, just as happy I think.

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