Traveling in a Confused World
That evening my wife found me lying on the floor in the living room. Hands tossed aside, gaze unfocused, my breathing heavy. Lying next to me, she gently put her arms around me. “What happened”, she asked. “I think I’m having a panic attack”, I told her. It was the first of many.
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I’m an empty vessel. There is nothing inside me that is unique. My aspirations are ordinary for my generation. My views on life are shaped by the people around me. The closer I look at myself, the less I find. So who am I? Continue reading “We Are Empty Vessels”
I never thought that turning 30 will be so painless. Just two years ago I dreaded this date, vaguely aware of the existential void it would unveil. Last year, having departed from most certainties of my life, I was coping with the realization that my life lacked any clear direction. Continue reading “Turning 30, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Start Loving”
