How I allow a minuscule 1.5 cm organ in my body to periodically dismantle my life Sharp spasms of pain travel through my body, navigating down my back to my legs and coming around to my chest. My breathing has turned into rhythmic grunts where […]
As a kid I wanted to be Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four fame. I used to daydream all the time about being able to stretch like him and I fantasized about all the weird things I could do with all that power. As an avid comic book collector and reader, my special power was my imagination. I became all the superheroes I loved: Batman, Superman, Spiderman, The Hulk, you name it.
I brought a child into this world because I wanted someone to play video games with. Okay, that was hardly the only reason I made such a decision, thank god, but it was fun to think that the little dude would grow up to become my partner in crime, climbing the walls of fortresses, finding buried treasures, and killing hundreds of evil minions sent by the big boss.
I wrote like a demon for a few weeks, coming up with 300 to 1500 words per day, every day. The writing wasn't necessarily top-notch, even far from it, but it was nothing to be ashamed of, and I knew I was getting better at it. I felt like a serious writer and I was coming up with lots of great ideas.
What I’ve learned after several years of being a parent is that if you manage to ignore the noise to a certain extent, you will witness something else beyond the utter chaos and uncontrollable anarchy.
I’m an amazing actor. No, really, I’m not bragging. The other night I managed to turn a look of “What in fuck’s name did I get myself into??!!” induced by my fear of a gruesome death, into a relaxed, suave look of confidence in less than a tenth of a second.
Nature is painfully beautiful and we still have a long way to go before anything we create can have its utterly mesmerizing and chaotic beauty. I have come to accept very firmly that results and success, although important, are not as crucial as we think they are. Success is fleeting, results are fickle.
Because frankly, you don’t have a choice Wash your face, brush your teeth, don’t eat like a caveman, be attentive in school, don’t forget your jacket, fasten your seat belt, do your homework, brush the dog, do your homework, stop playing with your PS4, take your […]
And it can be deadly if you don’t defeat it. Yes, deadly. And not the kind of heroic quick death that swashbuckling protagonists of love novels go through, but the agonizingly slow death that accompanies you for decades, slowly suffocating you and taking your hopes […]