Essays

After my mother passed away tragically, I found myself wandering through a fog of grief and exhaustion. Writing, once a source of joy, had become burden but it also became a tool for expressing my grief.

I’ve known about Plato’s Allegory of the Cave for years, but for some reason, I only sat down to read it in full today. Isn’t that how life works? The teacher shows up when the student is ready—even if the teacher is a 2,400-year-old philosopher and the “classroom” is my own living room.