I watched a live video of a village being destroyed. How do I respond to tragedy, and to the scary things I witness daily? How do I handle it? This question becomes universal, even if you never articulate it in…
I remember the immediate aftermath, there on the highway. We got sandwiched between other cars during a mid-morning accident. My wife and I were fine, but our little car wasn’t. The bodywork looked OK-ish from the outside, but logic told…
A satellite dish. Hidden behind walls in need of paint. We built machines to connect. Promised ourselves we’d never feel alone again. Now? We’re more alone than ever. Endless broadcasts, podcasts, shows, and feeds. But who are you talking to,…
“Eighteen.” Vincent Furnier, aka Alice Cooper, was 23 when that song hit big in late 1970. It captures that messy threshold: no longer a kid, not yet a grown-up. The singer drifts between worlds, unsure who he is, unsure where…
I really just wanted a coffee that Friday evening, not a sermon. The sign read, “All welcome,” so I assumed I was part of “all” and entered. A conscript’s first three-day pass is sacred. That seemingly trivial reward marked the…
Do you know people who wander into a restaurant, glance at the menu, comment on every item, and then leave, telling everyone outside what they saw? Worse, some post it online, and the echo chamber churns out dozens of hollow…
The dirty secret of side-hustle culture is that if your life is already crammed with stress and chaos, your creative hustle isn’t going anywhere. You can romanticize the beauty of the escape plan all you want, but creativity needs oxygen.…
THE HUNGER FOR MEANING Scrolling while your soul starves. It’s important to me to remember that people also experienced existential crises in the 80s. One of my schoolmates committed suicide. He stared out of the window one day, just before…
Hi David, Today is 22 July, 2002. I want to say something simple. I don’t think you did a good job today. Not as a manager, and also not as someone who wants to grow or learn. You tried to…
Yeah, I experience Sunday anxiety because it drills into my mind, saying, “You need to do something now. Why are you resting?” Somewhere, the term linear dread surfaced. It’s an insidious message calling me to action. What the hell? Who…