The greatest enemy isn't an outside force, but the person staring back at you in the mirror. Or your amygdala. Fear, to be more precise. Especially fear that's not real. In this blog post I discussed how I've been writing for two years, but
So I've been writing for over two years now. I realized I have two modes of starting to write: * Inspirational fuel shooting me to the literary stratosphere * "God, do I hate writing" Nothing in between. A little harsh, but also true. For some weeks, this one
I realized I had died when I was 28, but it was for the better. The sweltering heat pushes down into the asphalt, and steam comes up: it had just rained ten minutes before. Petrichor fills my nostrils, the sun dances on my skin, and I'm absolutely miserable.
People don't love remaining the same quite as much as they hate changing. Change goes against everything we were taught. In school, we're rewarded for being the same: learning the same, doing the same, acting the same. We swim in the monotony of sameness, and trying
People in the West (or all over the world, actually) have a problem with one particular thing: feeling their feelings. Before somebody even considers doing so, you have to wrap the topic of feelings in a neat bow of productivity and sprinkle some capitalism on it for good measure. Only
Your interests reveal what you really want to do with your life. It's best to follow them relentlessly, but with one nuance: don't gun for perfection. Perfectionism comes in two flavors: healthy and unhealthy perfectionism. I do hope you only have to taste the second one.
Let's play a game: If you had to choose a curse you were unlucky enough to suffer from your whole life, what would it be? After thinking about it for a while, coming up with all sorts of things, I'm not any further ahead in answering
If life's an ocean, trying to control the waves will break you. Nothing happens, then everything at once. That's been the story of my life. Sometimes, I guess, of everybody's life. I thought this journey having peaks and valleys meant going for a nice
My brain does this funny thing sometimes when it decides it's time to wake up at 3am to fling around some existential dread. Only recently it decided to hurt me more than usual, which was a great experience. It asked the following question: "How many life-changing,
Old people usually tell me one of two things: everything was much harder back in the day, and listen to your gut. Even though I love tales of struggle and triumph, let's focus on the latter. Because if you don't listen to your gut – your intuition
The cliff snaps into view now, only meters away. But the car doesn't slow down. "Hit the brakes!", I yell to Mickey Mouse. He's driving the car, wearing a suit. Also, he's in black and white. What he isn't is
Beach. Ocean. Late mornings, late nights. Whatever the western heart desires flushes my retina, ready for the taking. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of. For a while. Then not anymore. Reeks of privilege? Yes, it does. I’ve got lucky in my life beyond belief. Especially in economically