i look at things, objects, faces -- my cat purring in the sunbeam, trees bowing in the wind, the stranger laughing on the train -- and i say to myself, a good thing. a good thing. a good thing. not i am good, or even i take joy in this thing. i understand that joy is fluid and difficult to pin down. i understand i will not always be able to find it. but i know that this -- this good thing -- it exists. there is joy in the world even on the days i cannot feel it for myself. the world is composed of good things. we breathe together.

maybe mediocrity isn’t wrong. maybe you don’t need to be the best at everything you do. maybe you don’t need to be the best at anything you do. it’s ok to simply do things because you enjoy doing them. its ok to not want to advance in your job. nothing has to be a competition. you don’t need to be better than anyone. you can do things just because they’re fun. you don’t need to read up on the history, and know everything about it. its ok to just exist. its ok.

Frying Pan Alley

London

Cost of Living

Tory

Cheese Rolling

Madness

Tory Wipeout

Election

It's Good For Us