A blissfully quiet Friday night.

If you know me well enough, or have talked with me long enough, or have seen a select few slightly cheesy films that I have, you will hear me speak of the difference between surviving and living.

I’m sure you know what I mean by survival: what is required to put food on the table, to keep yourself safe… But when I ask you what living, what really living means to you, do you have a reply? Has it occurred to you that your aspirations, your dream of “more” is nothing but a matter of not knowing where to go from a state of survival? Motivations need not be of a selfless and ideological nature, but how do you expect to fully appreciate the fruition of your dreams if you don’t even fully understand them?