i apologize for the lack of updates and articles. its been a long, trying summer for me, and im off in a couple of weeks to graduate school in London. anyway, in the process of moving out of my apartment, i found some writings from around the third year of college — approximately 4 years ago when i would have been 20 years old. this particular passage felt particularly timely given the big leap ahead:

I feel like I am mandated to rebel against this existence. Yet my detachment from my own outward life weighs me down. Here I am, in limbo, unable to get over myself or the little obstacles that only hinder growth. Can I and the rest of the world stop feeling sorry for ourselves for one minute and rise above our egos?

May we are afraid that if we address the big picture, we will truly reach something. Satisfaction is a forbidden fruit in these parts.