May 2015.
Here I was considering the idea of quitting my job while 6 months earlier I had asked my Director to be transferred in one of the subsidiary of the…
I was never a ̶b̶i̶g̶ reader.
Our minds are constantly running with so much sound, so much noise…
They never seem to turn off. Their walls are always reverberating with the leftover hustle of the world around them, so it can be hard to find stillness.
I don’t want to sound like a self-help “guru”. And I believe thinking about the good things doesn’t make them happen unless you do something to make them happen.
But we can’t deny the power of staying positive.
We were philosophers, each and every one of us. Discussing Camus and Kafka. We were existentialists. We were absurdists. Late night debates on the fall of Rome. Pancake breakfasts in the middle of the night, wondering if the same would happen here.
Remember when writing involved at least 300 words? Or 5 pages single-spaced? Or the occasional 20 page paper with annotated citations while in college?
My entire life I have been both naturally skinny and also very active. During my school days I would be doing physical activities nearly everyday of the week.
Are you going somewhere? Advancing your mission in some way? What are you passionate about? How can I help you with that? What skill do I have that comes easily for me, yet would mean the world of difference for you?
These days, I am at the beginning of two adventures: the “100 naked words a day” obviously, and for the second I am on a train to see…
My uncle has suddenly had a kidney problem. He lives alone in the same city as us but quite far away. My parents are now with him while I’m home. He is undergoing tests at the moment.
I’m not an avid viewer of the news. These days my news source is primarily the internet — which should always be taken with more than a grain of salt (“If it’s in the internet, it must be true!). So imagine my surprise when I saw a link of Trump calling my country a terrorist nation, my first thought…
Just saw a guy wearing flips flops pull out a sharpie to write on one of the subway platform advertisements.
I’ve seen the markings. Mustaches or perhaps a rogue unibrow, but never the artist behind the art.