Today as seen by the future

I took this photo between cable car rides at Sugarloaf Mountain, I couldn’t have picked a better time of day. I remember looking at the boats below and thinking how unique each and every person that bought one must have felt, until they took it to the harbour. How perspectives can change depending on the environment.

‘I’m not trying to be anyone’s saviour. I just want to think about the future and not be sad’- Elon Musk

I have been watching plenty of his conversations recently and I love this guy. I feel I am watching someone who will always be remembered as one of humanity’s greats. If I had to choose one person to currently represent humanity, it would be Elon.

Whether it is solar powered roof tiles or the Hyperloop system, I get filled with excitement for the future. One rocket, planned to take humans to Mars within the next 20 years, has enough thrust to take a Boeing-747 filled with people, cargo and fuel, as cargo. Amazing!


It is a breath of fresh air to see someone break free from the troubles that keep us from moving forward and focus on progression. Escaping the pointless arguments and small differences that keep cultures from merging. We are so diverse and offended by our differences that we don’t venture away from the norm, we try to preserve our traditions even more.

I don’t want my news filled with headlines such as ‘Can the hijab be empowering to women?’, I want my news feed filled with stories of whether or not the latest rocket launch was successful. Headlines informing me of how our future is transforming, not reminding me how the present is so similar to our past. The day that we stop obsessing over our beloved societal norms will be a glorious and incredibly progressive one.

Sometimes we worry too much about our perceived values that we do not realise there is an option to change them. I love looking at the negative aspects of our existence as there is no quicker way to make progress.

As Musk says in one of his Ted Talks, he likes to take the view that he is wrong and work towards being right. I love looking at the wrongs, change doesn’t come from turning a blind eye.

Watching a ship hit the ocean bottom may be a little depressing but if we didn’t watch the ships sink, we wouldn’t build the lifeboats.


I woke up today stinking of smoke. Sitting around the fire after a birthday BBQ, drunken conversations ’til 3am and a dozen topics of conversation.

One was the classic ‘What would you do if…’ question and what we would all do if we were millionaires. 

‘I wouldn’t want to be too rich. Give me £1,000,000 and I will be happy’. I hear this a lot.

Tai Lopez calls money ‘freedom units’. I think that’s a great term, money doesn’t bring happiness but it certainly brings a great deal more freedom and opportunity.

How long would £1,000,000 last? Personally, I would not be happy with that sum if I was to be offered more. Not that I’m greedy, I would just love all the possibilities and freedom.
Would I want enough to simply get by? Screw that. The world needs more people putting money into great opportunity and progression. Look at Elon Musk, is he worried about buying everything and becoming depressed? Forgetting his roots and the value of money for the 99%? No, he is too busy aiming to get humans populating another planet in our lifetime. I don’t have the intelligence to achieve something like that but with the right money, I would make sure I would speak to the people that could.

For me, given the opportunity for huge wealth only to refuse it, is a wasted opportunity. A lack of imagination. A missed opportunity to get my ideas out there and be the change I want to see in the world. It wouldn’t be a breath of fresh air to make the humble decision to stay grounded, the ground is full of idiots. Let’s get away from it as soon as we are capable, too many people want to keep us here and in the past. There are a few people out there offering a much needed change and I certainly want to join them. 

Of course, I can only talk from my experience of not being a millionaire, it’s easy for me to say these things. Who knows, one day there may be an opportunity to stand by my word, life’s better with a little optimism.

The system.

What is your excuse for a lack of motivation? This is aimed at myself as much as it is to anyone.

After getting lost in thought walking around my neighbourhood last night I took to my balcony with a beer and listened to a few Joe Rogan podcasts.

I highly recommend this guy, simply YouTube the Joe Rogan Experience and you could spend forever listening to the weird and wonderful guests he has on his show. My personal favourite is Sam Harris, always a fantastic conversation whether it be religion, artificial intelligence or Trump. Almost hitting one thousand shows, there will certainly be one almost tailored for you.

I was listening to Joe taking about his past, how he couldn’t keep a full time job. He becomes obsessed with certain things such as puzzles and playing pool, working a job he doesn’t like certainly isn’t one of these things. Most of us don’t either, we just don’t do enough to escape the role we find ourselves in to keep us going. Many people don’t flick that internal switch that takes us off road into unpredictability, challenge, stress, change. Into the gutter or into the stratosphere. Joe made it, I am confident almost everyone we look up to took the dirt road. We don’t remember those on the safe road, the one with everyone else on it. That is because there are too many people to remember and if they are all going in the same direction, why be remembered?

Not that we should all strive to be remembered. There is nothing wrong with the safe road, there are just plenty of people that want to find a slip-road off it without looking elsewhere. Spending a life complaining about their life and where it is going. That’s not healthy.


It doesn’t help that we are put on a path at such a young age. We spend an eternity not existing and then before we know it, we are all grouped together on these yellow buses. Taken to large halls occupied with adults and white booklets with our names printed on resting on a flat surface with four legs, five feet away from the next kid. These tests often determine the path we head in and into what field. I would love to see the statistics displaying what percentage of people are currently in the fields they wished to be as children, and how many people have had a change in tastes since then.

Why should I chose at such a young age? I could barely write the name I was given let alone know what I wanted to do. It is a strange, strange world we live in, if it doesn’t seem so that is probably because it is all we have ever known.

If it is all we have ever known, is it any wonder we all go through life doing what is expected of us? Religion, the nine to five, the political beliefs… often all stem from the metaphorical yellow buses we spend our lives in. Each bus is different, and this is why I want to travel, to speak to people in different buses and to see which motherfucker is driving that bus. I bet many of them are taking advantage of our sheep like behavior in the rear view mirror.


Before any flight, I have a few drinks at the bar. I am no alcoholic however if I was to have a job requiring frequent air travel, I may well become one.


I’m not the guy in the above photo, by the way. It is a friend looking pretty relaxed on our way to a festival a couple of summers back. The sunshine didn’t cease, sadly neither did our sunburns. This weather is always a shock to our northern English skin.

I fear flying, I also love flying. I am no good with heights and the fact that -50c temperatures, 600 mph windspeeds and a 35,000 ft drop is right outside the window I’m looking out of, both astounds and terrifies me. The most extreme of extremes right there, with the odd temporary distraction whilst cabin crew hand me an orange juice. I understand that flight is so reliable that this is a pointless worry. It doesn’t help. Despite my concerns I make myself look out of the window. I tell myself that I am one of the first generations of humanity to ever experience what earth looks like above the clouds. I can travel anywhere within a day if I can afford it, to lands that my ancestors didn’t know existed.

For this reason I make myself fly. I want to experience what is unique to modern day humans. At the same time, it is frightening to consider how far behind we are. To consider that I will fly over nations that would have me killed for my opinions. Some nations still burn ‘witches’. Our technology is growing faster than our own intelligence, distance and tolerance need to coincide. With more and more people travelling overseas I can only hope we are forced into a more tolerant mindset, I guess I could advertise blogging to those that are easily offended by a differing culture. It is better to vent anger in words on a blog post than to blow up the interior of an aircraft mid flight.

Who knew militant atheism could sound so good?


A VW Campervan on the streets of São Paulo.

The beauty of retro is we don’t pretend it is new. We don’t deny trends change, style evolves. We appreciate the aged beauty and the impact it had at the time, whatever that may have been.


What will hinder human progress is the illusion that certain aspects of our lives are not outdated. That our ideologies are timeless and perfect. That our perceptions cannot or should not be changed with the help of time and progress.

Our ideologies are like Model T’s in Tesla shells. They shouldn’t fool anyone, yet they do. Imagine if we could differentiate between old and new, even if it contradicted with our emotions. How different this world would be.