Duty is necessary but too often it is used as a stick – a lever, a machine almost! – to spanner the soul of a man or woman from becoming the soul each should be.
And those who demand perfection over mess, the stain-free shirt over the crumpled, and the well-folded undies over brash and breezy tops … well … they enjoy their duty not as an adjunct to good living but more as a curse to command that another may not fly.
And that is wrong.
tiful life, not a dutiful dead.
And yes, do live this rock as if there were no tomorrow, because indeed it never is.