Why write every day?

Because there’s so much to say.Because there is more complexity in lifeThan ink in my pen.Because these wordsWill outlive me.Because how else can I unpackThe heavy rucksack of overthinking?Because each morning has fresh beautyAnd each night has familiar heartacheAnd there is no better avenueThan the pen to make itMake sense.Why write daily?Because I do not […]

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The greatest loss todayWouldn’t be if the best of what we haveWas lostBut if the best of what is to comeNever came. So often our knees buckleWhen we are facedWith the prospect of what progressIs going to cost usAnd whether we are fit for the task.Fortunately, the journey is not reserved for theStrong,But for the willing.499 […]

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The case for brevity

How many words does it take To make a point? Are the words on a page Seeds of ideas Or the entire tree? Is the author painting you a picture Or giving you a paintbrush? Answering questions Or asking them? Are words meant to fill up the readers mind Or should they leave room to […]

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On making a ruckus

Be sure that it’s not about you. That you’re not just trying to prove a point. That it’s not coz you have a chip on your shoulder, A self-righteous narrative That eternally gives you a moral higher ground. Be sure that the story you’re telling yourself Is challenged regularly, That the righteous crusade you’re on […]

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Not everything is a team sport

Sometimes the only way to developEnough of a backboneTo make meaningful assertionsIs to do the work that only you can do,Ship itAnd then repeat.There’s camaraderieWhen working with othersAnd ‘another set of eyes’Can often be useful,But there is also safety in numbers;Safety from ultimate responsibilitySafety from being on the hookSafety from the skinned kneesThat come from […]

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Fear of writing trash

Is like an invisible arm Restraining my hand with an iron grip, Keeping my hand from Giving the words in my mind A chance to reach the page. It’s as though the mere sight Of unvarnished thoughts Are confirmation of my deepest doubts About my ability to write. And so rather than bear the pain […]

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Reasons to keep going

Because you’ve done the math, and a leap of faith is still warranted.Because, deep down, you still care.Because you’ve willing to pay the price.Because you know you’re meant to be there.Because the work isn’t about you.Because the people you call your haters aren’t thinking about you as much as you think.Because you can.Because the work […]

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The One Stop Shop

Is a fable, A tale told by service providers and creatives alike About how they can be All things to all men And make something That everybody will like. It’s easy to rationalise this By imagining a customer or a consumer of content Looking through what you have to offer And not finding what their […]

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He really wanted to be good.Someone who left an impressionThat would last longerThan the haircut he would give.Yet there was something elseInside himA festering corner in his mind,A place to hide from the discomfortOf progress,He found himself deeply fearfulOf artificially receding someone’s hairlineOr, God forbid, disfiguring a little boy’s headWith his clippers,Every morning as the […]

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Proxies for progress

There are number of things in professional lifeThat serve as proxies for progress;Weak substitutesFor the work that really mattersAllowing us to be ’busy’ yet not really creating valueSpending the day raking leavesInstead of digging for gold.Important work demands focusAnd in a hyper-connected worldHellbent on distracting usFocusing on hard things is harder than ever,And its much […]

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