The rebel act of a wayward son.
Month: May 2017
A Pilgrimage, Part 2 – How to Wreck a Paradise
Missing the point.
A pilgrimage, part 1
I’m on a pilgrimage of sorts, a lonely trip into the mountains of Shangri-La, in search for clarity and catharsis. Clarity I have yet to find. Catharsis, I’m halfway there. I travel to wander. Pick a destination and head there. The destination is not the point, the journey is. You’ll wander into the middle of … Continue reading A pilgrimage, part 1
On Credibility
Credibility is a peculiar currency. Once gained, multitude of it compounds. Once lost, it is nigh impossible to regain. It’s the one characteristics that leaders must possess if they wish to be effective over time. This should be intuitive: to achieve the unimagined, she must be believed. To be believed, she must be credible. I’m … Continue reading On Credibility
There fell thy shadow.
~ Citalopram Chronicles (Week 3 and 4). “Non sum qualis eram.” I had hoped this would be a celebration of the efficacy of medication, that the moral of the story would have been: seek help if thy brain is faulty, take thy medicine like a good boy, and all would be well. I had even … Continue reading There fell thy shadow.
Citalopram Chronicles, Week 2
The first three days began with the nausea subsiding. The Tremors dwindled. The heart stilled. But the discomfort did not disappear completely. That sensation of some dark melancholic thought chocked at the throat was ever present. In quiet moments, my gut still fluttered. And sleep did not return at night. On some nights I caught … Continue reading Citalopram Chronicles, Week 2
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