Saturday 12th September

There are two types of people; those who fight and those who do not. There are those who want to win at any cost and those who know that losing is their best option.  There are those who will happily kill and those who would rather die themselves.  There are those who wage war and those who strive for peace.  There are those for whom money is everything and those who see it as an illusion.  There are those who take advantage of all around them and others who see no advantage in that at all.  There are those who lick their plates clean and those who always leave a little on the side.  There are those who make a mess and those who clear up that mess.  There are those who wreak havoc and leave a trail of turbulence behind them and there are those whose ripple dissipates in seconds leaving an undisturbed millpond in their wake.  There are those who eat too much and those who are left hungry.  There are those who seek the truth and those for whom lies were created.  There are those who seek solace in religion and those who reject all fairy-tales.  There are those who believe unreservedly and those who struggle with their doubts.  There those who love Leonard Cohen and those who cannot abide his voice.  There are those who are landlords and there are those who are tenants.  There are those who wear disguises and those who walk naked.  There are those who are innocent of all crimes and those who harbour and treasure their dirty little secrets.  There are those who love chocolate and those who prefer sex. There are those who drink and those who remain sober. There are those who love easily and those who never let themselves fall, tumbling blindly and ecstatically into another’s arms.  There are those who like to push and those who are willing to be pulled.  There are those who write fluently and those who struggle to read.  There are those who see beauty in everything and those who cannot ignore the reality of this grubby little world. There are those who categorise and put people in boxes and those who can see no boundaries.  There are those who hate the differences in people and those who celebrate that diversity. But we are all neither exactly one type or the other; though there are those who will insist they are and others who may admit their imperfections.  There are those who think about these things and others for whom the thought has never struck them.  Have a good day whichever type you are.