The Beauty of the Unseen
I was chopping vegetables for dinner tonight, moving through the motions of a Tuesday, when I stopped to look at the cutting board. The colors were vibrant, almost neon against the wood, and for a second, I didn't see food at all. I saw patterns,…
Bliss without Bounds by Lavi DhurveThe Weight of Unearned Joy
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the ceiling, wondering when we decided that happiness had to be earned. We treat joy like a debt, something to be paid off with labor or suffering before we are allowed to…
The Weight of Starting Over
It is 3:15 am, and the silence in this room is heavy enough to touch. I am thinking about the way we wake up, day after day, and decide to begin again. It is a strange, quiet violence—the act of folding away the failures of yesterday to make…