Something feels like it’s speeding up. But it’s not the clock—and not exactly you. Everyone’s trying to catch up, but no one seems sure what we’re chasing. What if the problem isn’t speed at all, but how we’re experiencing the pace?
We’re told there’s a right way to live—just follow the steps. But what if you’re not here for a formula? What if the real transformation begins when you become a sample size of one?
Before you worry about purpose or success, pause and ask: is the map you’re following even yours? Maybe you’re not lost—maybe you’re just speed-dating someone else’s idea of a good life.
In a cold shrine room at 5am, with incense in the air and a monk beside me, I accidentally stumbled into presence. I didn't walk out of that room transformed. But something shifted. A fracture in the old way of being. A breath. A question.
I just realized, in my body and in my heart, something is ticking. Lying on the sofa with my bare feet, I feel myself moving closer to edge of life,
I was standing right next to him in a room full of colorful fabrics. Silks and velvets hung off my arms like a tree dressed in rainbow prayer ties. I
A boat moves away from the harbor, while still tied to it—leaving only to return, like waves rising to fall. Something is changing, nothing good, nothing bad, it just
Like a sailor without a compass, I have been going in circles, Despite knowing there is no ocean to steer through. Do not fight the waves, says the master, As
I stood under a naked cherry tree To watch the branches wire the sky. Snowflakes landed on my eyelashes Then slid into my eyes. Clouds stepped apart. Two crows passed
A knock on my door in the middle of the night. Who is it? A window opens in a room that was locked. Anyone there? The phone rings. I hesitate.
Do the streets ever get lonely? What about the facades of the houses that face the ocean at night? Does silence miss the thunders? Or the blue skies…the stars?
Yesterday had left, tomorrow hadn’t arrived yet. I was by the window, waiting to see the starry face of the sky, but she didn’t show up. Clouds landed
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