Arguments... What are they really? A mutual disagreement, a debate of two completely different ideas. Then what was this... One side was believing they were in the right, and the other knew they were in the wrong. So really, both parties were wrong!

I just wish she really knew how I felt and not just what she believes to be the way I feel. There is nothing worse than being told "this is how you feel." As if I didn't know... or do I? i know that I love her, but I do not think I have honestly accepted how much I do. The question now is, How do I show her?

If I'm not careful then there is a chance that I could lose her forever. And for what? Not even what a dictionary would call a legitimate argument. It is through fear and also a yearning desire of what we have and what we don't that compels us to keep going and yet retreat under the constant pressure of making this work. If only she knew how much I would give up for her. If only I knew how much I would give up for her. If I did, then we wouldn't be in this mess.

* Influenced by a special someone

"The paths we have taken to get here are inconsequential as we are all here with the same ideas and goals to our present lives" - "No man or woman is different or above the other; everyone here is equal, living it and in the same boat."

Prologue

"Perfect constancy is found in God alone and no other man or woman." These are the words of Robert Browning in his most famous works, "The Merchants Tale". Now even though these words were obviously written for a different audience, they can still be viewed on as a basis to life itself. It is true, perfect faith, love and commitment can only be found in God, and that is where the world falters. It looks for life in what God created and not in God itself...

To say that times were hard is somewhat of an understatement, but I cling to the fact that times will change. Knowing that so many people I know would kill for an opportunity like this makes the pain, loneliness and misfortune fade away into the vast echoless surroundings. Now what makes a man feel this way, knowing that he has friends, family, a girlfriend, a future, so much hope and prospects? Well it is the never ending longing for perfection within himself, and never being able to achieve what he truly ever sets out to do.

Embarking on a trip like this takes 'courage, an adventurous mind, perseverance, a sense of fun', well at least that is what I have been told. In truth I found that it was through boredom and a lack of a better idea that enticed me into doing something different, something other than working for a whole year. However, I have found that God alone is the source to true happiness. Travelling, working, living it hard has cleared my head to the true essence of where happiness is found, and perfect constancy is truly found in God alone and no other man or woman.

*Inspired by time spent in Tasmania