
In Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa wakes up only to realize he is now living as a giant insect, his life immediately overturned without warning or foreboding. I guess these two pieces have more in common than I thought then, since my life—though not as ridiculous as that of Samsa’s—was also thwarted into an unpredictable trajectory this…

I think when we allow ourselves to hurt freely and fully is when we finally grow. We cannot choose happiness; that awfully overused Tumblr quote doesn’t exist. You can’t know what happiness is until you’ve been at the opposite end of the spectrum…

It’s such a question that never rusts, just transferred from generation to generation, like ocean wave after ocean wave. Yet, to this day, I fail to set my foot upon a destined path. It feels as though everyone around me has found their future, grasp who they want to be…