The romanticised way of over-working for professional greatness is not for me
The Universe doesn’t let up on its idea of a bad joke, and this time, it has come for the geriatrics
The mountains I feared climbing turned out to be, on close inspection, a hill with a safe and inviting trail
Facing the same moment twice makes me indulge in my special brand of nostalgia mixed with psychoanalysis
My focus on my discomfort in one aspect of life made me forget that everything has consequences, and I might not feel ready for some.