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The thought occurred to me today, maybe the big, tangled knot of the world’s troubles unravels down to something incredibly simple: people just won’t get out of each other’s way. The more I think about it, I’m not sure why we react to others so often in such a harsh, accusatory way. The world is…
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In a world that champions specialization, I dare to hold an unpopular opinion: I don’t like niches. While the value of niche expertise can’t be denied, the societal pressure to conform to a single niche is, in my view, profoundly limiting. We’re constantly told that success comes from being the best at one specific thing.…
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One night, I retired to bed as an unbalanced person. For weeks, a reinvigorated personality was emerging, along with a renewed purpose of being. Thoughts raced and conflicting streams of consciousness tried to ruin the narrative of the transformation of a once broken and lost human being. But as is the case when one truly…
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When I awoke early in the morning to briefly relieve myself, I began staring out the window at one of the brightest full moons I’ve ever seen. This activity wasn’t particularly good for my eyes. So, I had to rest them for a few minutes as I recovered from the surprising level of glare on…
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In spring, with snow still on the Downeast Maine ground, I pay a visit to the easternmost city in the entire nation. To go any further would mean giving myself up to the ocean. So many memories revolve around this general area, as just a few dozen miles north is where my family spent many…
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Isn’t it strange how reruns of old shows and movies somehow become intertwined with the memories of our physical lives? It’s as if we were in the room where all these fictional events took place. Those repeated broadcasts of television shows and movies hold a unique place in our lives.Over time, these reruns shape and…
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I’ve long suffered with the fear of not being well-received as a writer. It’s the kind of dreaded existential terror that haunts a prolific writer’s nightmares. As I noticed my writing becoming denser and more convoluted, I worried I’d eventually reach a point where the only person who could decipher my prose would be me.…
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Today as I write this, my connection to the Information Superhighway has been severed for several hours. So, my full attention turned inward on myself, leading to massive overload. For months, I’ve busied myself reexamining various aspects of existence to the extremes. In between my intense studies, if I don’t find some external stimuli to…
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Have you ever had a thought, a little spark of an idea, that felt so bright and especially yours? Maybe you were writing, or painting, or just daydreaming, and it felt like you stumbled onto something precious, like a secret you wanted to hold close and tell no one about. I used to have moments…
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I once brandished the tarnished lance of unwavering belief against the ramparts of the indomitable. But now, I find my gauntlet heavy with the dust of disillusionment. The echoes of battles fought for phantoms, for whispers swallowed by the uncaring void, still reverberate within the hollow chambers of my memory, a chorus of sighs and…