Life's random route

Feel free to prove me in need of psychiatric care but try to keep the mathematics simple. Complex equations send me tripping.

Anyway, where is my mind...? Oh yes! Nimbin. Granny's Farm.

The toilet door had this scratched in it: "Live each day like it's your last."

I liked the sentiment but this adage shouldn't be taken literally. The best things in life truly are free; but many worthwhile things need more than a day to prepare.

I resisted the temptation to modify the graffiti. "Live each decade like it's your last", is better advice but I wouldn't vandalise a toilet door in Nimbin--not when a hundred police in bullet proof vests occasionally burst through the town looking for dreadlocks to lock up.

With luck, we get a few hundred thousand hours to experience life. It isn't long. Every hour is too precious to be wasted. You certainly don't want to spend them in prison cells, psychiatric units or, at some indeterminate point near curtain fall, hospitals.

Happy New Year, I hope you all have a wonderful 2012.

And good luck to my friend, Siwwy