A sentiment I can agree with. Like many people, I dont know what I want to do.  My life is made up of a million little pieces exploring as many things as possible, looking for things that make me smile and appreciate where I am.  I’m lucky in many ways that I find wonder in the smallest of things, so finding bits of happiness is relatively easy.  Fortunately it doesn’t last very long; my internal engine of curiosity drives my need to experience new things, so I’m always looking to fill those little bits of life with wonder and appreciation. I hope I never realise what I’m truly...

I’ve always been envious of artists.  Be it drawey types, musicey types, photography types, writey types, sculptery types etc. I wish I had the ability to convert the words in my brain to coherent and interesting sentences.  I feel that I have seen and heard enough in these 33 years to have interesting stories to share, but I am incapable of conveying the emotion and texture of my travels.  I try to write good like innit, but I am never happy with the end result, and I feel my writing skills are somewhat lacking the required level to become a proper writer. Despite this, I’ve started...

My time in Iraq will soon be coming to a close.  I’ll be leaving this wonderful country in a few weeks, and for some unknown reason, I think I am going to miss it. The heat is horribly uncomfortable, the security (or lack of) is a constant worry and the never ending dust is forever in my face, and yet I will look at my time here with fond memories, and I dont think many people can say that.  I dont know why I enjoy travelling the more unsavoury parts of the world – it’s probably some deep/lame ego/id thing where my brain can only appreciate the good if I’ve experienced the bad.  It’s...