From Letters to the Intense Minds by Imi Lo

This today. As life is pushing me towards a change… something I might have asked for but also maybe only half consciously.

Or I want it to be exactly the way I want it. I wanted EVERYTHING. To give up nothing but to have everything I wanted.

How can I be so utterly enraptured, so intoxicatingly optimistic

I have thought about my career like this. There are two problems. The first problem is money. The second problem is meaning. They are not the same problem. It is somehow easier for me to think of these problems as entirely separate. I've made sure to solve the money part as effectively as possible—living cheaply, and working part time. That way

As with any rupture, there is both tension and relief.