Instalment One Hundred and Eight


Starting out I was lost, I never knew where to go or which way to turn. After bad decisions and a number of failures I became convinced life was a maze. A huge, complex maze but a maze to be solved nonetheless. Once you know you are in a maze however, it isn’t such a challenge, you start thinking about the problem like it has a solution. I’m in a maze I will make choices to solve this maze, you think. Carefully look left and right, weigh your decisions and head toward your goal. I was vigilant, I was alert and I was focused, life would not defeat me, I would conquer it. However the more I progressed the clearer things became. There were no hidden passages, no different paths. Success did not flow from choice but from perseverance. My decisions were illusions, the only thing that worked was persistence. So I trudged on. And on. Forever round corners, another birthday another corner. Still I pushed on. Only when I reached the centre, a dead end, did I see life for what it is, a Labyrinth. Without the energy to return to my beginnings, finally I lay down to rest.

Instalment One Hundred and Seven



By far the easiest and quickest way to insult the intelligence of a complete stranger is to walk up to a crossing they are already waiting at and push the button yourself.

That one small action says so much with so little effort.

It says, just from the brief glimpse I have had of you, based only on your appearance and how you hold yourself, I have made the decision that it’s entirely possible you are mentally incapable of understanding, let alone operating, simple pedestrian signals. So I am doing it for you.

BANG!

BANG! BANG!

Ridicule hits the button hard, three times while looking me in the eyes.

“Yeah, I had already done that,” I explain to him.

“Oh, well I heard if you press it again it thinks more people are waiting and changes quicker,” he replies.

“Firstly, it doesn’t think anything,” I say, “and second, if you believed that were true wouldn’t you keep on pushing it?”

Instinctively, his hand shoots out again.

BANG!

“I didn’t know if you had pushed it,” he says.

“What, am I waiting for a gap to run across?”

BANG! BANG!

“Well you know… I didn’t want to risk it,” he replies.