I’ve returned to thinking about men and romantic relationships after a nearly two year hiatus. There was just so much going on with other things, health, work and family that my inclinations had all but dried up. I had to shore up my emotional reserves and that meant going into battery saver mode. The easiest thing to stop, the first non essential thing was seeking men to date.
I grew up feeling like my life would follow the same path as other people – work and you shall achieve, be and you shall receive. It baffled me when I was attacked or called entitled for this, when the boys I knew, weren’t. I wrote about this often. I…
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Games are just stories we feel we can script. Simulations of a life we can win. Algorithms we run, hoping for a different outcome.
Please don’t ask me to read you. I’ve spent far too long looking deep into other people.
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
I like the word ‘abundance’. It signifies so much more than wealth or any other kind of material possession.