This is not a story about who I am, but a quiet recognition of what we all are beneath our stories. A reflection on identity, loss, remembering, and the shared path back to what feels like home.
What sort of life are we living? Pause for a moment and let this question cross your mind. What comes to mind when you think about the 'how' of your life? What determines the kind of life we lead? Our family, job, home, environment, career, material assets, where we live... Is that all there is t…
For life to be exactly as it is in this very moment—neither lacking nor excessive—13.8 billion years had to pass since the Big Bang, when everything emerged from a single essence. Over that span, matter, forms, and events took on countless states until finally giving rise to you and the world you…
According to research, we’re only born with two instinctive fears: loud noises and the fear of falling. Isn’t that fascinating? All of our other fears—being rejected, abandoned, dying, drowning, ending up alone, failing—are learned and acquired later on. Why and how do we adopt and internalize al…
