on perspective

we all complain

you included

it's life

no matter how sweet your deal you'll always find some reason to bitch, some itch to scratch till it's raw enough to feel significant

deadlines, skint, traffic, bad manners

but walking back to room1004 on a bleak and snowy friday evening you just saw someone bedding down on cardboard

outside, fully dressed twice under a blanket, face buried in the corner of a fire escape double-door near the bottom of the stairs

6.32pm

inside, you pass a chaplaincy noticeboard

life is easier when you pray as you go

earth's crammed with heaven and every bush is afire with god

"i am with you always"

indeed

it's knocked the bollocks out of you