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Category: Living Questions

  • Tails, You Win

    Tails, You Win

    We’ve got to be okay with being bad at the things we love.

  • White Bears And Thoughts that Stick

    White Bears And Thoughts that Stick

    You cannot ‘not think’ about something. All you can do is to think about something else.

  • On Blank Pages and Borrowed Ink

    On Blank Pages and Borrowed Ink

    I find myself coming back to this time and time again. That maybe the only way to know us—to know who we are—is to know the source. The maker. Or is it the other way around: to know the source, do we have to know ourselves?

  • Both and More

    Both and More

    We aren’t just the clay; we aren’t just the sculptor. We are the interaction between the two. We are the active participants in our own formation, holding the tools, even when we didn’t choose the block of stone we started with.

  • The Villain and the Hero

    The Villain and the Hero

    We are so addicted to the thrill of the “heroic overcome” that we are terrified of the silence that follows. We cling to our villains because they give us a purpose, a fight, and a reason to wake up and strive.

  • Love Thy Neighbour, Love Thyself.

    Love Thy Neighbour, Love Thyself.

    You see the grace you’re willing to extend. The patience you exercise. The forgiveness you dish out. Do it long enough, and you get familiar with the depths of your own love. You get better at letting them be.

  • Independence or Defense?

    Independence or Defense?

    I find there’s a specific kind of loneliness in the belief that being ‘easy’ is the same thing as being lovable. It’s that voice that whispers, ‘Don’t ask, don’t show your need, stay small.’ It’s a defense mechanism dressed up as politeness.

  • Brighter in Chaos

    Brighter in Chaos

    But what happens when there is no more disappointment? What happens when we are finally loved well, and there isn’t enough friction to spark the flame? Do we just stop?

  • A Different Kind of Full

    A Different Kind of Full

    I wonder if indeed she has given up… does that then mean that these are the standards of love I’ve set for her.

  • The Thought Doesn’t Count.

    The Thought Doesn’t Count.

    If your thoughts create your life, but your thoughts are streaming in from a place you cannot control, where do the “positive thoughts” meant to yield a great life actually come from?