What Makes a Good Life?
If I had the dream marriage, dream house, and dream job, would I actually be happy?
If I had the dream marriage, dream house, and dream job, would I actually be happy?
In the world of machines and corporations, you can’t think, you can’t dream, you can’t pray.
I silently noted the tiles on the sidewalks, the salty flavor of miso soup, the glimpse of a persimmon tree behind the chapel.
I know how transformative it is to have an intentional community, to commit to not being alone together but being together together.
I’ve now been a graduate for a full year—enough time to get used to the monotony of work, rent, groceries, etc.
Is it weird to empathize with a rover?
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When I ran out of school, I crashed into grief.
A right angle? In my house? Can’t count on it.
I kept practicing throughout the day, like “Hey Abby, big fan, could I grab a picture?”