As I was sitting on the train listening to a man in his mid 50’s coughing up his entire life through clenched teeth whilst, I attempted to read my book cramped into the corner seat, I turned my gaze towards the window at the world hurtling past my vision, my mind wanders. I have spread my thoughts like a cheap whore across various networking formats, but the moment has arisen for consistency to step forwards and take the driving seat.

The prevailing thought that dominated my mind over the course of the day, was that if you are confident enough to substitute a failing belief in yourself with an overbearing positivity, then perhaps it ceases to exist furthermore. Sometimes, it is grace to gloss over and imagine that just for that moment, everything is normal and how it should be.