I was driving today and to my right there was a large public park, on one of the benches sat a man, an old man cradling a can of bear hunched into his jacket to keep warm. For just a moment, I wanted his life. Now don’t get me wrong I don’t want to be homeless, or hungry or cold. I love my family very much and am eternally grateful for the fortunes, however few, that have been bestowed upon me, but In that minute the only things that crossed my mind were less responsibility, no bills to pay, no one to let down by not doing enough, I wouldn’t wake up in the morning and have to deal with a million things to do and my own failures on top of that, I wouldn’t have to write and if I did I might have something to write about! For that minute I thought it might be nice to just be me, my jacket and my red-bull (Defo not going down the beer route!).