Simply it is my flaws, my addiction for affirmation and my poor time-management that are my greatest hindrance to maturity. Facebook was merely the hand which shook the glass exposing that my life was not as clear as I first thought; rather it was full of the settled sediment of a misplaced identity.

This article is a series of thoughts and questions on pleasure; quite what it is and whether or not it has any worth, and if it can ultimately exist if life is finite.

Two days before Valentine's Day, I caught the end of a three minute commentary on Christian marriage from a TV documentary on the history of romance. The piece was, as with many TV programs mentioning Christianity, void of anything deeper than a brief commentary on Christian cultural history. It was as if the host was asked to talk about his marriage and all he mentioned was his wife’s wedding ring.

Is asking a non-God-centred society to live within the Biblical framework of relationships and morals with the exclusion of God, and promising happiness and fulfilment actually a lie? Surely living a God glorifying design for life needs God at its centre.

Are our personalities fixed, or do they change? If who we are is locked up in our personal view of ourselves and the world around us, what about the obvious or not so obvious imperfections? The Enneagram may very well help in the identification, but our identity is found in someone infinitely perfect and outside of ourselves.