LOVE NEVER ENDS, IT GOES INTO STANDBY
Two in the morning. The other person is already asleep, or pretending to be, and somewhere across the city someone stares at the ceiling knowing, with a certainty that needs no proof, that they still love the…
WHEN YOU STOP ASKING IF IT’S RIGHT— AND START ONLY ASKING IF IT’S BEEN APPROVED
There is a transition that happens without ceremony. No date marked on the calendar, no warning email, no meeting where someone says “as of today, you will no longer question things.” It happens slowly, beneath the surface…
YOU ALREADY FOUND IT. SO WHY ARE YOU STILL WAITING?
Somewhere between Persia and memory, there was a young woman who had heard about a well since childhood. Not just any well. A well that existed at the center of an ancient garden — walled, forgotten —…
WHEN YOU STOP, WHAT REMAINS?
There’s something I never hear anyone admit out loud, but I’m absolutely convinced that almost everyone feels it at some point: the fear of being alone with themselves. Not the fear of loneliness. That’s different. Everyone knows…
IS YOUR MIND SICK? OR HAS IT BEEN DIAGNOSED BECAUSE IT WAS ALREADY SOLD
Let me ask you something that might feel uncomfortable. When was the last time you were genuinely bored? Not distracted — bored. That old, slow, almost-forgotten boredom that used to arrive on a quiet Sunday afternoon, with…
WHO ARE YOU?
For 28 years, I have been asking the same question. In boardrooms, in workshops with global leaders, and in conversations with people who never imagined anyone would ask them this. Who are you? And what comes next…
THE NOISE WE NO LONGER HEAR
Stop right now. Don’t solve anything, don’t decide anything, just notice: are your shoulders raised, tight near your neck, as if bracing for a blow? Does your breath live in your chest, or has it dropped down…
DID HE COME BACK FOR YOU, OR FOR THE VERSION OF HIMSELF HE ONLY SAW IN YOUR EYES?
It’s 11:47 p.m. when the phone lights up on its own, before the notification sound even reaches you. You already know, just from the shape of the message bubble, before reading a single word, who it is.…
THE AILMENT WITH NO NAME — BUT WITH AN ADDRESS
When anxiety stops being yours and starts belonging to the time you live in Close your eyes for a moment. Not to relax. To think. Think about the last Sunday afternoon you spent completely empty — no…
PRESENT IN EVERYTHING. ABSENT FROM YOURSELF.
You got home. You sat down. You put your phone on the table — or maybe you didn’t, you kept it in your hand just in case. Someone spoke to you. You answered. But you weren’t there.…
