I disagree with those who strike out into the midst of the billows and, welcoming a stormy existence, wrestle daily in hardihood of soul with life's problems. Seneca, Moral Letters, 28.7.1 One of the strangest phenomenon I have witnessed and experienced as a human being is the propensity to choose to be in a romantic... Continue Reading →
medicine of the soul
At some point over the last few days, I felt a sadness coming over me knowing that my ex's birthday was today and I found it strange that although he is among those who have caused me so much sorrow that there is still a small sliver of me feeling sadness at not wishing him... Continue Reading →
from rusticus
One of the things that has drawn me back to words has been the words of the Stoics as I pour myself into understanding something that had been forbidden fruit for so long. I've been through quite a lot in recent years and I've always done my best to keep myself grounded but that has... Continue Reading →
the kintsukuroi life 