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…
The Weight of Stillness
Seneca once remarked that we are often more frightened than hurt, and that we suffer more in imagination than in reality. He understood that the human mind is a restless architect, forever building monuments to anxieties that have not yet manifested.…