closer to the truth

I was meant to wander. To dissolve. To hide. To build an inner life that sustains me when nothing else does. I was meant to arrive when the room had emptied and the music had stopped and the real ones remained.

And maybe what emerges in flow is something more essential—not the self we've constructed through repetition, but the self that exists prior to all that construction .

But here's what troubles me about this whole arrangement: we know belief isn't built on truth. It's built on repetition .

It’s easy to feel adrift

The writer is a person who wants to hide and be found.

I simply have to know when I’m desperately curious and deeply suffocated by specific work situations. I’ve learned there is no “arriving” anywhere, which is maybe what the deep ache I feel is about. Seeing this as part of life helps me settle into the moments, however brief they may be.

what matters more is who you are in your job, than the job itself

It turns out, if you want to save a species, you don’t spend your time staring at the bird you want to save. You look at the things it relies on to live instead.

“Part of the problem,” Tavi said, “is talking about big decisions as changing your life in one way, permanently and finally, even though life keeps going and things change again.”