I look out my window at the Sydney night. The streets are quiet... the sky is it's usual starless self. How many souls are there in this city looking out their windows right now?

When I was walking to the bus stop after work, through Circular Quay, the bridge and the opera house were sparkling and the lights were reflecting off the water. Sydney at night is magical- the towering stacks of light, the water and the breeze... lovers and tourists walking around the Quay, the soft sounds of pub rock drifting from the Rocks where every pub is the oldest pub in Sydney... but it can also be lonely. The solitary man walking along in and out of shadow and the orange glow of street lights- more and more of the city lights dim as the evening progresses. There are dark streets where unknown dangers lurk, and there are lonely hearts gazing out of windows and pondering the rather usual lack of stars in the sky.

The paradox of the city night is also just one of the paradoxes of life. The other night at a friend's 21st I was having a great time with friends and excessive amounts of goon. But when the speeches started, I realized that this friend was so new and I was far away from those that probably know me the best- I couldn't relate to their tales of school days, they were not part of my memories. There was no one that I could reminise with about that time when so and so did you know what- and I felt lonely. In a room filled with many friends, I felt momentarily lonely.

Life is full of so many paradoxes. Maybe that is what makes it great... or maybe not?

Oh btw I had another article published on Vibewire, Sydney: five moments.

http://www.vibewire.net/2/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=9765&Itemid=69