It's fascinating that how you live your life depends on the place you were born. I know that's a bit of a stupid thing to say because it's so obvious, but thinking about it convinces me again and again how diverse this world is. I was watching Rick Stein earlier today. Despite being a little bit creepy he's a really passionate and interesting man. Anyway, he was in Bali and was describing the Balinese lifestyle. Obviously any attempt to summarise anything about any country or group of people is completely generalised and simplified, but he told how the people there do not worry. They just don't. They see positives in everything. They accept foreigners and are excited to introduce their culture to them. They never move from the community they were born in. They have a respect for each other and a positivity which is almost alien to this side of the planet. We are so demanding and self obsessed, but maybe that isn't such a bad thing. For me life is about surrounding yourself with the things that make you happy. In another life I would possibly have made a modest living from grinding coffee beans or peppercorns, but in this life I spend my afternoons listening to Pink Floyd, drinking sugar free fizz and writing uninteresting pieces of rubbish.