I have cried twice on planes. Both times I was coping with the inevitable entropy of happiness, love and beauty. Moments I had waited for, and knew, when they came, that they would end. The exhilarating high I got from having those fragments of connection would cease. I knew it first hand, when I got that flip on my stomach, knowing that everything that lives, must one day die.
I do not think of myself as a writer. I see writing as a tool. My writing is an attempt to give my trips into my own rabbit holes a useful output. It is the recognition of an inevitable loss, but yet inspiring and transcendent.
I am driven by the slightest possibility of turning my sorrow into an artistic outcome, to see my work as ecstatic tools that, when consumed by others, enlightens them and cures them, if only for a moment, of their human condition. Separateness being obliterated and creating a sense of merger.
I am the sum of all of my parts
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Utterly Disclosed is taking a new course!
¡Utterly Disclosed está dando un nuevo giro!
In job interviews, we are often asked about our special talents. What if we were honest? What if we really talked about the things we belive make us special? What if we said what we believe, insted of what they want to hear?
Thoughts about the night, written late at night.
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I have always been curious about my emotional life. I have come to realize that the only way we can break free is by exploring and understanding the things we feel, think and do, and understanding how they relate.
Let me share with you my journey of self-discovery.
This text was written by someone very close to me. She asked me if I could share it with you and I simply couldn’t say no. She’s such a great example of courage.
Beware of those who are driven by desire.
Anger usually tells us something. Sometimes our inability to set boundaries leaves us feeling angry, sad and resented.
Understanding grief and how it works makes it easier for us to navigate through all this awful, but yet completely common feelings. You might get stuck, you might need help… but this too shall pass.
Pretty hurts, too. Here are some thoughts on how beauty can come at much too high a cost.
A series of notes to myself. In the words of Lewis Carroll, “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it”.
Everyone has their own definition of love. Here’s mine.
I wrote this on my diary years ago. I broke my best friend’s heat and it was one of the most painful experiences I have ever had. It’s been a long time and it still hurts, but I had to learn that once you break someone like that, there’s a chance you’ll lose them forever.
I wrote this letter to someone who wouldn’t stay, but couldn’t let me go. I loved him profoundly, but I couldn’t take it anymore… or at least that’s what I thought.
Who writes a freaking letter to Love?
I do. I did.
I wish I knew then what I know now.