If you don’t have a plan, you’ll be dammed.

Many misconstrue love and happiness as if one led to the other. If good morals lead to suffering and bad morals lead to treasures, anyone pursuing love for happiness should prepare themselves for divorce. Love is a continuous struggle, not a happy ending.

You fall down a well. The first friend says it’s your fault. The second friend listens and spreads the news to others. The third friend throws down a rope and encourages you to pull yourself up. We never find out who are friends are until we fall.

Despite being full of life, you come to realise the fact that you are also dying. We are all dying. All on a timer, counting down, taking us towards our inevitable end. How can you not have compassion, empathy and love for others who are dying?

In knowledge we find wisdom, in love we find strength.

A grey and lugubrious winter day outside. Disconsolation, despondence and grievance within. Yet the birds still sing, the time still ticks and the heart still beats. A requisite of life, to experience certain things, whether we like it or not.

Skin colour unites some, nationality unites others, but I find myself sharing more in common with those who possess the ability to love beyond themselves. Virtues mean so much more.

Had I not gone to university and not studied politics, I probably would have voted for brexit, too. If you don’t understand a sum, then anyone can give you the answer. And usually, it’s the answer you most want to hear.

If you read a book as a child and then read it again as an adult, and you fail to take away anything new from the book, then you haven’t experienced much.

An equal society is like drafts and an unequal society is like chess. No matter how equal or unequal we make ourselves, if we don’t change the aim of the game, if we don’t change the board, then the outcome remains the same.