To the majority of people, this word means the same thing and that is; “a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.”. These coincidences can be particularly mundane such as you and your friend wearing the same shirt to a night out, or they can be much more significant. One such significance that the world seems to revel in, is the sun and moon aligning.

The meaning behind coincidence however varies massively between different people. Some people are quite happy with just accepting that coincidences happen ‘just because’, whereas other people are not quite satisfied with that answer and look for a deeper meaning within this area. There are also a wealth of people who believe that coincidence doesn’t exist at all and prefer to think of things as fate and enjoy the term “synchronicity”.

I often think that my girlfriend and I get along better than most people, which leads me to believe that our meeting was a coincidence. My girlfriend and I both have one mutual friend, I happened to befriend this girl on my first day of university as my girlfriend also did – my girlfriend and I were both invited to the same party and we hit it off. The chances of us both being invited to the same party were quite high as we are both friends with this girl, the chances of us both enjoying each others company more than anybody else’s though? These deeper questions are the ones that cause us to look further into coincidence.

I have to admit that I personally don’t look too deeply into coincidence, no reason for it at all apart from the fact that I don’t often put that much thought into it. Some people however are capable of putting extreme thought into it and where I see something as coincidence, others may see it as a sign.

This is quite often seen within a religious aspect. Somebody may pray for a member of their family to recover from a sickness, and a few days later find that said family member has started to recover from said sickness. Coincidence? Divine intervention? Who am I to suggest a definite answer – people know they are welcome to believe whatever brings them the most peace and what they believe to be true.

I do often wish I could see things as more than I do. I would love to believe that coincidence is really a sign from a deity that things are planned in a certain way, but I also despise the thought of having so little control over my own life. This issue by any means is not a new one and has caused debate for as long as philosophical debates have occurred.

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My girlfriend often tells me that I should pamper myself more. I am very stingy when it comes to buying things for myself, but I’m more than happy to shower her with gifts, I’m pretty sure it infuriates her in a way. I’m not a particularly happy person when it comes to possessions, I’m very much in love with my rituals. I enjoy having a KFC with my girlfriend and a couple of beers whilst watching a film, but I will make sure that my clothes endure the test of time no matter what it takes!

I do envy certain people a lot. They have the ability to be filled with happiness at the thought of being pampered, I am particularly jealous of this! My girlfriend absolutely loves getting her hair and makeup done and buying dresses and new things and that’s absolutely fantastic. I appreciate that she encourages me to buy new things a lot because she’s convinced it’ll make me happier, which I regret to inform is not quite the case for me.

Pampering yourself is important to a point, no matter if you’re employed or look after the children or someone else maybe – giving yourself time purely devoted to yourself is paramount. I should stress, pampering yourself in my mind could be a devotion of time as well as a devotion of money. Whether you buy yourself a new dress or shirt, or go to the hairdresser or barber and treat yourself to a relaxing hair wash and a close shave, I can guarantee you deserve it.

I should really take my own advice on this one, and I will continue to acknowledge that I need to take it but sadly I am just this way inclined for now – I hope things change, most definitely.



I recently began a volunteer role as a ‘University Angel’. This role essential allows me to keep people safe on the university campus whilst they enjoy themselves at our club. As this project is extremely new I was particularly dubious as to how successful it may be.

I arrived an hour early for my shift in order to properly debrief and understand what we would realistically do throughout the night. At this point, I took tentative steps into the ‘base’ area as I filled with excitement, nerves and anticipation and saw a couple of other people seeming to be as conflicted as myself.

My issue is that I have a hero complex, meaning that I take it upon myself to try and save the world which isn’t just highly impractical but also impossible unfortunately. Walking around that campus with my like-minded buddy was probably one of the most rewarding things I have ever done and I hope to be a part of the expansion of such a vital service for our students.

If given the opportunity to do something like this, I would wholeheartedly recommend you pursue it – both rewarding and extremely positive.



Being critical is quite often portrayed as being a very negative concept because of the negative connotations people associate with criticism. People hear the word criticism and think of things they’ve done badly or things in their lives that they need to improve – so it isn’t unfair to suggest that the connotations do have some form of logical base.

What I’m interested in though is why people shy away from people who are critical and more specifically, criticism. It’s true that some people do enjoy criticising others in order to make themselves feel superior which I would never condone, but there are a wealth of people who also criticise for the purpose of hoping to inspire improvement and progression within someone. In that instance, criticism can be one of the purest and most selfless things we encounter.

My thoughts on this are that we are far too quick to seek praise, far too slow to seek criticism and far too determined to see them two things as opposite. I’m quite certain that if we sought criticism to the same extent as we sought praise – we’d be on a very healthy path. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t for a second suggest that I don’t love receiving praise – I really do! I love praise to the point in which any financial reward for a job well done seems inconsequential in comparison.

The main issue with criticism is that the explanation can often seem patronising and I’ve experienced this first hand, but if we learn to open our eyes a little wider we may be able to understand that a large amount of people would rather be critical of us in order to see us thrive, rather than to be critical in order to seem superior.




There are a few things that I have become enamoured with over the years: my girlfriend, reading, writing and seeing new places – though I was to avoid writing about those different things, there are many times to write about such topics and I don’t believe this to be one of those times. To become enamoured is to be filled with fire, love, vigour and as such deserves its own time to shine rather than the symptoms being listed.

There are very few people who won’t feel this sensation in their lifetime and there are fewer still who appreciate this feeling for what it is. It is our reason for living and the different between that and existing. Whether this feeling is brought about by your partner, money, fame or power, it is something that deserves time and appreciation.

Personally the one thing I’m most thankful for is that we as a species are blessed with the ability to feel it altogether. Now, I am a man of understanding – I like to gather information and make judgements using it and I feel much more comfortable the more information I can ascertain regarding most things, apart from this one. The fact we will never be able to truly understand this level of love and passion doesn’t irritate me the way it would if it were any other feeling, but quite the opposite. I look at my girlfriend and think momentarily “how on Earth do you make me so happy? Genuinely?!” then sit back and smile as I remember there is no logical answer, amused by the hopelessness of attempting to find one.

If you take one thing away from this post then please let it be this; taking meaning from something and looking for an answer for something are not the same thing. To question something that can’t have an answer time taken away from enjoying that something.



I have been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, reading and spelling better than most people my age when I was young. However, I never seemed to have a particular talent for poetry, which is what made this particular accomplishment very special.

When I was 9, our teachers challenged us to write a poem with the promise of a great prize to those who’s poems were the best. Me in my childlike wonder thought “I’m definitely going to win that super amazing mega gaming room” (spoiler alert: that was not the prize unfortunately). So there we all were, trying to invent this beautiful piece of poetry at aged 9, talking with one another about what paths we were going down with it whilst secretly fishing for fresh ideas just in case.

To my absolute amazement, my poem was one of those selected as a winner – fantastic! What was my prize to be? Theme park tickets? An electric scooter? A Playstation 2?! No, my prize was something far better and is something that still excites me to this day. The poems were selected to feature in a book named “A Pocket Full of Rhyme“. This prize right here was, and to this day still is, one of the best things I have ever received through my letter box. The books were available to buy, with the winners receiving theirs for free.

This seemingly unfathomable opportunity was what inspired me to take writing a little more seriously, seeing those words I had written on paper in a book was breathtaking and I bragged about it for roughly 13 years. This opportunity is one that could’ve easily slipped away from me, which allows me the chance to say this; take every opportunity you can with both hands. Don’t limit yourself to the opportunities that seem feasible and accessible – stretch further.



When I was growing up, my family had very little money and as a consequence I didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy the same things as the other kids. Though, when I was around 6 years old I received one of the best gifts a 6 year old with very little could ask for; a giant magnet

That magnet was possibly the most fascinating object of my early childhood. Obviously you’re all dying to know what was so special about this magnet, so I shall shed some light. This magnet was roughly the same size as a dinner plate and had extremely strong levels of magnetism – I had never experienced a magnet that size in my life and revered the kind gent who gave me this gift as a god.

I have a giant metal pole in the centre of my garden. Giant magnet + giant pole = one entertained little boy. I would carry this gigantic magnet to the pole and wait for it to be almost sucked out of my hands, and then spend hours trying to remove it or see how long I could hold it next to the pole for before I gave in and released.

It is with an extremely heavy heart that I say this – the magnet was soon thrown away as we begun to tidy up the garden and I was a particularly sad child for some time after this. Thinking back now, it’s amazing how much time I spent playing with this magnet and metal pole and I’m so happy that something so simple was able to afford me so much happiness.