Water cooler, coffee machine, refrigerator, computers and empty cubicles. That describes ninety percent of office spaces around the world. A grey wallpaper that could sadden morgue residents. The occasional photo of a loved one or child. Nothing so interesting as a dream holiday in site. There is a month old joke on the noticeboard alongside a list of birthdays. There is a fluffy pink soft toy clinging to a small tree. The most attention the plants get is the weekly watering, they are invisible, like most corporate employees trying to exist unnoticed. When did people become so afraid to be wrong, or to risk something that they would rather spend day after day hiding in a dreary corner with bad lighting. Where did passion go, or rather why is it hidden from the world. Passion once poured from our hearts now drips like a lost ice cube at the edge of a table, should to much flow it will slide at shatter.
My name is Jonathan, I am a 28 year old author in South Africa. I am an optimist and a dreamer.