To seek celebration through suffering is the essence of a life well-lived.
Only those who have the stones, the moxie, those who dare to scale the rocky terrain of accomplishment, connection and bonding can truly suffer, for they are the ones who endure the mountainous road, and those who grieve the loss of what they’ve earned. Continue reading
Asthma. Six letters. Two syllables. One constant in a life perpetually in flux.
The frailty of the human existence, the whole of human suffering, can be boiled down to its essence when your ability to inhale, to exhale, has been compromised. To sit there, gasping for oxygen the way a celebutante seeks attention, the way the impoverished lay defeated after scouring their surroundings for nourishment. Without oxygen, there is no life. And with very little oxygen, a life can amount to very little. Continue reading