The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
The massive difference between lonely isolation and the restorative, absolutely necessary power of solitude.
Why are we here? The answer you choose – whether it’s spiritual, philosophical, or practical – shapes how you actually live your life. This post explores different ways people answer that question, and invites you to figure out yours.
I woke up at 3 AM excited to blog. Then I debated whether I really needed to shower. This is my honest look at the line between healthy passion and quiet obsession.
In the past 18 months, the pressure to find a partner vanished. I didn’t expect to feel relieved about being single in my 50s. But here I am, quietly freed from a game I never wanted to play.
I can stand in front of 30 students and teach with total confidence. But put a beer in my hand at a party, and I crumble. Why do competent professionals still feel awkward socially?
I needed 3,000 yen for groceries. As I watched a car drive by, three 1,000 yen bills literally materialized from under it. This is my story of unexplainable coincidences.
Sanctuary isn’t just a place. It is the feeling of exhaling after holding your breath all day. For me, it is a 4 AM walk. Where is the one place where you can finally stop performing?
Even with friends, there is a hidden cost to constantly “adjusting” ourselves. Solitude is the only time we can stop performing. Here is why I crave the silence of the farm.
For 20 years, my wife was my reality check. When she left, I lost my mirror. Now, 552 days into living alone, I have to perform my own daily audits to make sure I haven’t disappeared.
Quality time means different things to us at different ages. This is what quality time looks like in my 50s and how it’s changed from my younger years. Solitude has …
