As I write this, the island of Puerto Rico is in the dark. The main plant that generates most of the electricity for the island…
Last year, when I told my friends that I was planning to travel solo for some months, they were like:
“Seriously?”
And then the second reaction was:
“Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”
I deeply admire people who have quiet spirits.
“You need to take me out of your equation when it comes to making any decisions about your future.”
“Oh. What do you mean?”
“I mean, even if you’re not with him, I can’t be with you.”
BY NICOLE CAYER
I have an urgency, an itch to write and write and write. For three days straight. For five. For more. I wish to plunge to the depths of Kerouac and produce a frantic essay on life and despair.
I keep compulsively checking my phone, like a fish needs water, I keep swiping desperately, looking for company. I know it’s got a bad rap, these apps that dehumanize people to pixels, that turn human interaction into a game.
Happiness can be found in the darkest of places if only we remember to turn on the light.
But to be happy, we need emotional support too. Happiness doesn’t come easy we need to consistently remind our bummed selves to be optimistic. My best…
Recently I’ve been walking home from work 3–4 times a week. It’s about 4.7km.
Depending on who I’m walking with it usually takes between 47 mins to 1 hour and 5 mins.
Driving up to Montreal during a snow storm. Still freshly in love, not yet accustomed to sharing our nagging doubts.
Middle of the I-93 in New Hampshire. Heater air blowing in my face. I wriggle in my seat and unbuckle the seatbelt to take off…
Well world, I am awake! Its an odd sensation to be up so early. I am simply not a morning person! There is…