in my mind, blogging had the appeal of being a journal, creative output and connection with the world all wrapped in one. what fun, i thought, everyone can see these thoughts that are so interesting to me! everyone will love to read about the inner workings of my mind and the things that i find insightful! while that may be partly true, it’s also true that when you write for yourself, it’s likely…
because i love you, i want to know you. talk to me, talk my ear off, i can’t promise i’ll remember it all but i’ll do my best. i want to know everything about you, even the parts you don’t understand. if you want a mirror, i can be a mirror for you. when you get angry, i will gently show you why. i know you, and i know we can gently untangle this web together.
i want to be powerful and rich, but that's not all. i want to make the most positive impact on the world that i can, to lift millions out of poverty and prove the cynics wrong and start a family and be rich but good. i want to be celebrated. i want to be everyone's favorite reference. she did it all, she's the proof, just work hard, be smart about it and surround yourself with the right people.…
i recently mentioned to my friend that i wanted to look for a new job. "good", she said. "you can do better." i know it sounds like a generic phrase of encouragement, but for some reason it stuck with me. you can do better. you could do more with the time you have on this earth. you're misaligned. you've been pushing with all your might at a boulder that has hardly budged. your heart isn't in it…
quiet, quiet, quiet, sweet warmth on your chest, greys and yellows filter through the rich blue velvet curtains and envelop you in a midday daze. car revs up and away, the din of traffic from afar, deep underground a subway rumbles. your knuckles feel dry. your fingertips feel rough. we could just stay here for a while. our bodies need rest. our minds need rest. where’s the window to the outside?…
these days i am trying to write more just to put pen to paper. writing is the medium through which i clarify the jumbled thoughts in my head. by reflecting on your own writing, i can shine a light on my internal inconsistencies. i can bring myself peace. bit by bit, i can change myself. when i write to be read, i’m always performing. how to teach? how to look smart? how many ways could the reader…
i recently played a game of trivia and lost very badly. many of the questions asked for useless facts that i don’t care to know. name the queen of this country from this year, name the herb used in this little-known dish, etc… trivia knowledge is a bag of facts, a huge mental database of disconnected information. surely, no sane person could keep this all in their minds? i think the secret must be…
i like feeds. i'm on twitter and instagram reels for ~30 minutes daily with no plans to stop. i know that's a crazy thing to say in 2026 with the big tech surveillance and shortening attention spans and the loneliness crisis and so on, but i'd rather be honest with you and with myself. cute pets, jokes and dumb memes genuinely add a lot of value to my life. i can regularly have a hearty laugh in…
i've been keeping in touch with a lovely bearblogger who has very graciously mentioned my blog in their recent post! i feel so lucky that our paths crossed. this person said it best, don't hesitate to reach out to people and tell them you like their work. i've quite enjoyed reading through their blog as well. their writing is like a winding path up a mountain that drops you off at a beautiful…
we consume more than humans were ever built to consume. we consume everything, information, food, water, lumber, silicon, we take it all and demand more. what will we do with it all? the ancient Greek Stoics believed that the greatest good in life is to live in accordance with one’s nature. from a young age, we long to build something that will last. making order out of disorder is such an…