This morning I want to celebrate life. I want to celebrate the reality that at 72 I am still able to wake up in the morning and decide what I want to do with my life today. I can make my own coffee, power on my computer and go listen to music and not write. I can google Mandela’s “I am prepared to die” speech and find inspiration in the words of this man who had inspired many of us in the manner he chose to live his life

“During my lifetime I have dedicated my life to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all people will live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal for which I hope to live for and to see realized. But, My Lord, if it needs to be, it is an ideal for which I hope to live for and to see realized. But, My Lord, if it needs to be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die”.

Then in a blink of an eye, I can click to another great moment in history…the time when RFK spoke to a crowd to inform them of Martin Luther’s passing. And there again I remembered RFK’s quote from his favorite poet, Aeschylus……. “In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

I remember also the film “Splendor in the Grass” and that quote from William Wordsworth “That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind”.

Mandela, Aeschylus and WIlliam Wordsworth are some of the people who, by their words and deeds, can inspire us to do things we sometimes think we cannot do. Be inspired and go live life to the full.

As for myself, I read these words of William Wordsworth and memories of the past comes flooding back into my head…and yes I feel sad that my dear wife is no longer with me…but the memories I had of her is strong enough to carry me through what is left of my life.

Life is good.


It is 8.50 am. I must confess that I tarried for way too long in my bed this morning thinking what it was that happened yesterday that mattered to me most.

Last night I put a Pizza in the oven for dinner at around 9.30….and went back to my keyboard to write. Twenty minutes later my son knocked on my door. I had already forgotten the Pizza in the oven. He had taken the Pizza out of the oven and was asking me how many pieces of the Pizza did I want for myself. I said three…and he soon came back with what I wanted and asked if I wanted a drink to go with it. Yes that was the memory that mattered most to me from yesterday….what mattered most to me was that at 72, I had a son who would still get my dinner for me if I was too busy at my keyboard to do it myself.

Life’s blessing are in those little things that we sometimes, too often, overlooked.

That and a Short Black early in the morning.

Selamat Pagi Malaysia. 



Zakir Naik? Really? I got better things to do then let this rubbish clog my mind. Don’t let him clog yours!
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