the things that matter

She realises that she has become complacent. The danger of living in this country is that it is so easy to become apathetic towards the world at large.

In her university years she did many little things. She bought fair trade and the big issue, she gave to charity regularly, spent at least a week a year if not more helping out good causes, the list goes on. She was not an apathetic student. She is shamed to admit that now the only vestige of this left is that she doesn't eat shark's fin soup and doesn't buy ivory.

She is in a job she generally enjoys. It keeps the spirits up and the soul happy but she has realised that though the soul thrives, it doesn't grow.

She's wanted to do what she does now since she was eight. She's often wondered what comes next now that she's got here. She thinks she may have always known but not seen the answer to that question.

There may be a move in the not too distant future. Perhaps she should take that as an opportunity to find something less self serving. She's not altruistic, there's still that precious little girl in her dreams who she has to clothe, feed and read bedtime stories to.

But she does need to return to a life that reaches further than this. She needs to give back, she needs for this life to matter.