I think of myself as Pac-man collecting pointless dots on its way to certain death.
Hi. Nice to meet you, what’s your name?
(Also, n2mywyn is my current ear-worm. Feel free to let it play in the BG while you read further.)
Will this bite me in the backside when I’m famous?
I’ve recently established a foolproof benchmark of self-evaluation.
I ask myself this: “Will this bite me in the backside when I’m famous?”. …
I remember when Michaela flung her glass of red wine at the beige stucco wall and broke down in a pile of tears. I’ve known her and George since we were children. They were not a perfect couple.
Michaela reminded George every day how he can do a little bit…
and how he saved my work, purpose, and sanity.
Every country I set foot in told me that fear is my right. That as a lone young woman, fear is the logical response to most things. So when a frail old man stumbled out of the taxi and hit the ground I did not jump to help. …
The truths I found on my path to mental peace.
Stress comes from within. Not from work, from friends, or circumstances. It comes from the expectations you set for yourself. It comes from building an alternate reality in your head which you think “should actually be the case”.
If you get your facts right and ethics in place, it feels…
Leaving your country for a good life is not fun.
In one gut-wrenching moment in the documentary “Cuba with a Cameraman” a four-year-old girl in New York gets to go to see her grandmother in Cuba for the first time in her life. The girl’s mother breaks down in tears of joy on reuniting with her mother.
They were Cuban…
and food is not a replacement for love. — A fellow Indian woman
Last week, I met a young Indian couple on a train. Married for 5 years, they think that public display of affection is desperate and cheesy. But they are not very shy when it comes to putting down each other “lovingly and sarcastically” in nearly every sentence.
“I just married…
I smiled and cried,
laughed and hurt,
as if it all meant something.
I cared and bothered,
loved and hated
like everything was up to me.
I reached out and tried to change
everything that wasn’t meant to be
I suffered and took pride in it,
The meaning of life was
everywhere where…
Everything that died during the pandemic and wants to recover immediately.
Despite what LinkedIn viral posts might tell us, people like going out. People want out of the drab walls of their home, their forever crumpled bedsheets, their empty wash-needing snack bowls after Netflix last night.
Why are Peloton’s home-workout shares falling like yellow leaves? Because we like the sweaty, people-filled…
Improve the level of your thinking and conversation with these nonfiction science books.
Sometimes, the smarter thing to do is to shut up.
You must have seen people around you fall apart arguing which religion is better, what is nature or nurture, and what is good or bad.
Here is a band of books where you can find your concrete, state-of-the-art, fuzzy answers…
