What’s Left Behind

“Is this what dying feels like?”, I thought to myself as I stuffed the last pair of jeans into a heavy duty garbage bag. I realized how hyperbolic that statement was, but the surge of emotions that accompanied it felt quite true. Although the plan is to leave the country for just 7 weeks, In…

Observing Resistance

It was a subtle feeling for me last night. Momentary inertia amongst ideas that were different from mine. But of course, when someone else has a suggestion on what is best for you, that is different from what you think is best for yourself, a sensation of resistance is expected. So I decided to explore…

Loving Loneliness

Trying to understand the human condition of loneliness. Whether in a room full of people, or sitting alone on a park bench, one can still experience a feeling of separateness from everything else, a seemingly broken connection. I think that, in a way,┬áit’s quite egocentric, to cut yourself off with the premise that your difference,…