When You Have a Seed

I am of the belief that everyone has a secret longing—perhaps not-so-secret among the more bombastic of us—to experience more life. To the deluded, this is a longing for luxury, a pomp-induced comfort catered by a trust fund and scantily-clad individuals befitting one’s own sexual palate. The more lucid understand that this fuller life simply exists somewhere in the uncharted …

The Exquisite Alarm of Letting Go

There is a moment, I think, in every big decision when a person becomes suddenly, inexplicably, uncomfortably self-aware in the decision-making process. It’s a moment at which it seems a mirror had been held up to you and you can see what you look like for the first time — and there is a startling lack of recognition. “Is this …