Something is breaking down in the West and we are arguing about the symptoms. Australia's birth rate is at its lowest ever recorded. Bondi Beach, once shorthand for everything easy and good about this country, now has a Menorah painted on a wall where gunmen stood. Men and women are retreating from each other. A generation is finding meaning in the wrong rooms. I want to propose something that will sound reductive and isn't. It starts in the bedroom.

The gym is one of the few rooms left where the honest version of a person shows up. The mirror doesn't hide the truth. The bar humbles. And the weight you're lifting is never just the weight.

It was 2016. A glass-walled conference room, all clean lines and whiteboards and the faint smell of filtered air and corporate ambition. Perth spread out below through the window; the Swan River, the city, all of it arranged at a distance that felt, as it always does in these buildings, like a form of authority. Five of us around the table. And on the screen at the end of the room, live-streamed from Harvard Business School, Rosabeth Moss Kanter, one of the genuinely great mi

This is about what happened when my nine year old daughter touched the wall first, looked up, and showed a room full of adults something we've spent years convincing ourselves we don't need.

There is a moment, right at the beginning of a meal with someone you don't yet fully know, that I can't stop thinking about. Before the menus are even open. Before anyone has decided. The hinge — the space that hasn't formed yet, is one of the most psychologically rich environments available to us. And most people move through it as fast as possible.

Everyone is carrying it. The fear of being seen and found wanting. Most people have been carrying it so long they've stopped noticing the weight. It just became the baseline, the hum underneath everything, the thing they stopped asking questions about because the questions were too uncomfortable and the days were too full.

It’s about the difference between scarcity and abundance as lived psychology. Why some environments train you to brace while others train you to build.

This latest essay explores why the coming renaissance may be less technological and more human. Not about what machines can do, but about what remains uniquely human when knowledge is everywhere.

In my latest essay, I explore what leadership actually looks like. Whatever the sporting organisation, the same pressures play out, identity, expectation, fear, belonging, and the quiet weight of decisions that don’t always have perfect outcomes...

Something has shifted in childhood, and most parents and educators can feel it even if they struggle to name it.

Real eye contact feels rare now. Not absent, just quietly avoided. We still glance at each other, enough to register a face, not enough to stay. Long enough to be polite. Not long enough to be changed.

And in this pause, once the food is eaten, the drinks are finished, the conversations had, what’s real tends to hold its shape. And what was being held together by adrenaline, distraction, or sheer momentum starts to crack. That’s not failure. That is data to use. We tend to treat this moment as a time to set goals for the year to come. Outcomes. Targets. Resolutions. What do I want to achieve in 2026?

There comes a moment in every life where the beast standing in front of you stops being poetic language and becomes painfully literal.

Something is breaking inside the modern man, and he knows it. It’s not dramatic. It’s quiet.

It’s not effort that’s missing. It’s clarity. The system we’re operating in, the way funding, decisions, and influence actually move through towns like Albany and Denmark, is invisible to most of us.

There’s a pattern in every regional town. The ones who build the most, speak the least. And the ones who speak the most, often build nothing at all.

Think about the visuals of a team room at half-time. The scoreboard is close. The air is thick with sweat and adrenaline. The walls hum with tension. The captain stands, not to shout orders, but to remind the group: stay in your role, trust each other, keep the shape.

This week’s blog is different. It’s long. It’s specific. It’s written for a very particular audience, the presidents, COOs, and...

Let’s be honest: The world is drowning in gurus. Every second ad is some guy in a linen shirt, “living his best life,” flogging a shortcut to six-figures, shredded abs, inner peace or the next crypto moonshot. And here’s the problem, they are selling dependence, not capability. The Guru Economy Is a Scam (And It’s Getting Worse) The “guru” machine is booming: Courses for $4,000 that promise “passive income.” Coaches with no runs on the board teaching you “brand building.” Inf

People love to believe this myth, that life is just a series of choices where everything can be split into “and” or “or”. That things are clear, clean, simple: right or wrong, win or lose, good or bad. We build stories around black and white. We crave the comfort of certainty, the mental handrails of clarity. But that’s not real life. Not even close. The truth? Life is only “and.” Life is painted in the grey. Title: Life Painted in the Greys In fact, it’s more like purple, a