When everything matters, it becomes hard to tell what really does.

Not the kind of question meant to impress, but the kind that carries the weight of genuine curiosity.

"How do you write so much?" For a long time, I would say what many say: just start.

It is a deep question that requires first going inwards before going outwards

This past week marked five years since that collective pause.

I realized I was staring at a part of the world rarely seen by anyone.

What feels most striking about Bali isn't any single aspect but rather the ease with which apparent opposites coexist.

I recently asked ChatGPT today to tell me three things about myself that I didn’t know.  

It’s strange how the body can feel perfectly safe while the mind insists otherwise.

It’s easy to forget that love can exist without being returned.

When something doesn’t go as I want, where does my attention go?

I wasn’t searching for it but felt it found me.

The answer was simple, true, and, unfortunately, often forgotten.

The first time I played the game, I was seven.

Inspiration can come from the unlikeliest of sources