It's choice that makes us human.

Just when you think you've got your life by the reins, that's when it's most likely to run away with you.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

Life was what happened when all the what-ifs didn't.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.