Losing Myself in London
Reflecting on days gone by

Not wanting to spoil it by meeting up with others, I look forward to rambling around the streets of London. Revisiting old places that spark memories, some good and some not so good. I lived a life here once when I was in the prime of my youth. I was adventurous and restless, chasing after some thing. I was always drawn to something bigger and greater, far beyond my limited mind. I was ambitious, constantly striving for more, yet never feeling satisfied. Little did I know back then how I was slowly reaching my end. Moving more and more into my own void, reaching a point of emptiness. London was the beginning of my end, but also the beginning of my breakthrough. I returned to Dublin, where my true life began. Today, I’m a different person, yet London stays the same. It offers me a stable base from which to measure my growth. Just think how many lives have been transformed by living in a city like London. A city has the power to awaken any soul if only they are willing to see their brokenness.






