Who am I? Am I accomplishing all that I am meant to be? Questions like these are what keep many awake at night.
The self as what we cannot bear to contain
I am no longer myself and I love it
Identity is a funny thing. What do you describe yourself as? Did we become what we are describing, or do we become it as we speak?
Is the soul a myth? On dissecting identity
Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 