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The Life That Is Happening
I write what I have lived.I write what I have wished. Reading and writing are counterparts. Reading is breathing in, writing is breathing out. We just become everything we love. The world was never meant to be a competition of appearances. It was meant to be a gallery of individuality, where every person adds their…
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The Dream and the Mystery
A person can love you and still be a poor partner. A person can care about you and still be emotionally inconsistent. A person can mean well and still create chaos. And yet we are so invested in relationships. We are so consumed by the drama of illusions. These dreamlike images of perceived being are…
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Move the Way Love Makes You Move
You are absolutely capable of creating the life you cannot stop thinking about. Free will is a miracle that liberates you from the claws of fate. Throughout the day, we are given so many opportunities to be grateful for:the food we eat, the love we receive, and the air we breathe. What a privilege it…
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I Live in a Collapsing Tower
What Remains When Science, Belief, and Meaning Dissolve I live in a tower that is constantly collapsing.Life has been nothing but a series of failures if you look at it in a conventional sense.From the constant chaos and turmoil of life’s events, many patterns emerge.Nature is physics — particles interacting with each other.That is the…
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What Does It Mean to Live—and What Does It Mean to Be Alive?
On honesty, privacy, and the quiet difference between surviving and being I wake up at three every morning to write these blogs.I am awake and aware while my world is still sleeping. Quietly. And then life begins—at a familiar rhythm of roles, responsibilities, and identities.I make sure I am done writing before sunrise. Before accumulated…
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I opened the sketchbook she gave me as a gift, and it read..
Resolution of energies that lingered longer than they should have I was brought into the spiritual realm by a sudden awakening in 2017.Before that, spiritual reading was a tiny part of my life. After it, it became the soul of what I read and what I expressed. My awakening was too young and fragile. It…
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On Mourning What Cannot Be Kept, The Grief That Arrived Before the Loss
Trees, family, and the quiet work of letting go This house was built 25 years ago, and the year we moved in, I found a mango tree near the house.I shifted it to the vacant plot in front of the house, and our home was complete.It found a garden. Years went by, and the garden…
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The Price We Pay for Wanting the World to Be Predictable
Society, Fear, and the Illusion of Control Society is built on rewards and punishment. The moment tribes began to function as communities under authoritarian rule, corruption followed. The same is true of families. When tribes were divided into families, parents gradually took on the role of controllers. And control is almost always enforced through fear—by…
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What Is an Unmarried Man in His late 30s doing in a Country Obsessed With Marriage?
On flourishing, virtue, and the quiet luxury of living on one’s own terms What is an unmarried man in his 40s doing in a country that is obsessed with marriage and children? I will never forget the day when I was about to be a father. My girlfriend rang me to tell me the “good…
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The Courage to Be Simple
On reflection, failure, returning, and meeting life without resistance. Over the course of hundreds of blogs that I have written, people have started to perceive me as an academic. I don’t mind labels, as long as they are not mine. But at this milestone-where I am curating all my work, all that I know, and…
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