We’ve lost the art of sympathizing.
Tag Archives: life
a disappearing act
Do you know why I named it the disappearing act?
dream big
My mind always goes to a bakery. It became a running joke with my friends. But I have another dream. And I’m supposed to dream big.
echoes of change
Maybe “now” is much more distant. Maybe “yesterday” is nearer and “tomorrow” already in the past. – Mahmoud Darwish
running in circles
Is karma an echo of our intent?
go ahead
Rip the band-aid, Kejt! The expectations you set early in life will follow you forever.
struggling faith
If only my grandma were here now.
what’s the appeal?
Sometimes, it really is just a choice. So, while I deeply enjoy reading about the villains and their backstories and reasoning, and seeing if there is a way to blur the line, I’d like to keep that enjoyment in the world of books.
Mechanical Mornings: The Alienating Reality of Burnout
I started looking at myself surgically, trying to pry everything out. I wasn’t me to myself anymore. I was another person I was dissecting, so separated from my feelings that I started feeling like a machine – a broken one, at that.
homecoming trip
The longest trip I’ve taken was coming back from Vilnius. I was at the airport at 2 am. I had an early flight. I landed in Krakow and had a connecting flight to Zagreb. I got there around 2 pm and was in my city at around 9 pm.
