I read about the venerable monks that walk across America to bring the message of peace right now. And haleluya for the greatest algorithm.. my social media feeds are full of their stories right now.. Inspired by them, this morning I wrote in my journal. This is my peace day… No one can take my … Continue reading Contentment
A monologue
Lights
What a year huh... I have no idea how I can be here. Many days I felt like I have nothing left to just exist. But somehow I still get through. Up to this day I still shed many old layers... And I'm still growing. So some days ago I read a post (I forget … Continue reading Lights
Hobbies
Do you know the feeling of doing something you genuinely enjoy, yet somewhere inside a little voice whispers, “This won’t lead you anywhere… it’s useless”?And if, like me, you have an overly energetic monkey mind, that whisper eventually convinces you to stop doing the very thing that brings you joy.I like journaling, writing, reading, running, … Continue reading Hobbies
Equanimity
Equanimity. A big word — and a strange one too. But I choose this word to be my focus for this month. Equanimity: being calm in the eye of the storm. My theme for this year is Peace, and I think it fits perfectly with November. I’ve come to realize that peace is not the … Continue reading Equanimity
The missing lessons
I spent over a decade in school learning how to calculate the slope of a line…But no one ever taught me how to do my taxes. I memorized the periodic table…( with fear along with minuscule understanding about why it matters to know this table).And I had no clue how interest rates worked.Or that debt … Continue reading The missing lessons
Dear self,
You will breathe life into whatever you focus on Dear self, I know the mood’s been low— add the bad weather to the mix, the extreme heat, You keep counting bad apples,as if the rot outweighs the orchard.Lately, you forget the quiet good. You forget: your legs still carry you at dawn, running 45 minutes … Continue reading Dear self,
A monologue
(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue
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