The edges of our roads should have piles of worn-off rubber everywhere, but I don’t ever see it.

As a first world country, Australians experience a high quality of life. Yet everybody suffers and hurts, and could our experience of suffering, through illness, abuse, loss, break-up, poverty, discrimination, fear etc be put into a different framework where it is recognised for what it can bring and enable, individually and on a bigger scale? The biggest national identities of white Australia seem to be based on and through hardship and suffering.

i made this question because i would like to see Yanis+SYRIZA again as they was.

I’m curious.

It matters because there does appear to be the collective wisdom to consider the impacts

I have a deep concern that our continued inability to seriously confront this climate change issue will result in massive and irreversible damage and ultimately destruction of our beautiful home,Planet Earth.

I am perturbed by the conflicting stories around whether Harper Lee actually consented to publication. And that plays with a bigger question in my mind about artist’s legacies and what happens to their unpublished or unreleased work posthumously.

I feel like environmental issues are so easily shut down as being unimportant, for “hippies” or are important but only as they don’t come at the expense of the economy. With so much evidence suggesting if we don’t do something, major disastrous circumstances will result. Are people living in denial? Do they believe this is just another unfounded, doomsday prophesy? And how will sustainable development ever occur if we can’t even get people on-board supporting this issue.

Because I feel like society frowns upon women having crushes and tends to smear it with sleaze.

We are all searching for answers – that is the very point of asking questions. Specifically, our quest for answers comes down to a quest for meaning. Finding meaning in the absurd, the ecstasy, the tragic, the triumphs of life is often a challenging and perilous journey. Indeed, Cheryl Strayed walked more than 1.100 miles to make meaning of her life and experiences. Is the search ever complete? Have any of you reached a place of fulfilment, and if so, how, when and where did you find it?

My passion for history often leads to frustration that we seem to learn so litle from the past, and the pain of a friend’s recent and unexpected marriage break up has been exacerbated by so many glibly advising her to move forward when she can’t (yet).