Before our births, void of choice, we became part of the story,
During our lives, with a choice, we can't escape the story,
After death, abandoned choice, the story continues to seep.
- Andrew Mansell

Month: October 2012


Life’s meaning is its meaningless

Andrew Mansell, October 2012.

At first, this realisation depressed me. Once I accepted it though, my focus centred on what’s important, what makes me happy.

Waiting for the Perfect Wave

The day started like any other on summer holiday. Sleep in, late breakfast (brunch for cafe goers), clad in boxer shorts that double as board shorts, followed by a barefoot walk down to the beach. I could see the storm clouds rolling in across the inlet. My eyes fixated on them, my mind telling me to make the most of the brewing surf before heading back to work. It’s exactly then, my day changed. At first, I thought a Bull ant bit me; the sting immeasurable. On closer inspection though, I had stepped on a syringe.

It had to be the syringe. Nothing else revealed itself from the grey sand that had swayed like soft hay just a minute before. I wanted to see a trail of Bull ants, but they were gone, knowing the storm was coming. Inspecting my heel, I noticed a blob of blood form. I’m unsure why, but I ran to the enraged swell and soaked my foot; the salty water stinging for a moment until my foot became comfortably numb. Reality quickly came back and I sort of hopped back to my tent, ripping it down and literally throwing it and everything else into the back of my van. It’s weird, I don’t remember putting my surfboard in, but I did.