The Paradox of Envy
I feel jealousy for that body’s energy and relief for this mind’s peace. This is the strange mathematics…
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I feel jealousy for that body’s energy and relief for this mind’s peace. This is the strange mathematics…
Now, thirteen years later, this small white line makes me smile. This is the beauty of aging—each mark…
With strangers, I’m patient and gentle. With family, I’m irritated by their slowness and frustrated by their forgetfulness.…
I miss the version of myself who could write poetry without self-consciousness. The twenty-two-year-old who wrote fearless poetry…
With strangers, I’m patient and gentle. With family, I’m irritated by their slowness and frustrated by their forgetfulness.…
Arash came to me crying about a nightmare, and I said what eleven-year-old me needed to hear. This…
Watching aging heroes miss easy catches and forget familiar lines, we feel time’s democracy. Their greatness was human…
Watching aging heroes miss easy catches and forget familiar lines, we feel time’s democracy. Their greatness was human…
The Cruel Timing of Wisdom: Understanding Too Late. The tragedy is timing—we acquire understanding precisely when our time…
The Loneliness of Aging: Living in a Body That Betrays. This is the loneliness of physical change—watching your…