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A Picture & 100 Words: Is Loneliness As Toxic As They Say?

Reconsidering the Toxicity of Loneliness A drone shot of Morella, a walled city in Spain. From a now-famous abandoned bus in the Alaskan wilderness, a 24-year-old vagabond named Christopher McCandless—poisoned and starving—scrawled a few of his last words in the margins of one of his favorite books. It read: “Happiness is only real when shared.” Let me begin by saying: I know how dangerous loneliness can be, especially for those of us with mental health challenges. But I also love traveling...

Jung On Judgement A dancer in Valencia, Spain I got a little digital dusting of hate last week. Just a sprinkle of disgust. Nothing major. The comment started like a tip of the cap, then turned into a verbal flip of the finger. Years ago, that would’ve derailed my day, or my entire week. Like a bad pop song, I couldn't get it out of my head. As a freshman in college, I majored in Art. I’ll never forget the “walk to the wall.” I’d hang my work and shuffle back to my seat, scanning faces for...

Writing Lessons from Soldiers of War A photo of the National Veterans Memorial and Park in Columbus It was about 25 degrees Fahrenheit, and as always, I wasn’t dressed for the occasion. I walked around the Ohio Statehouse and came across a memorial — a stone wall replication of handwritten letters, drafted from the tired hands of soldiers and sent to loved ones, mostly from WWII. Each one read like a final goodbye. In many cases, it was. How does one write when everything hangs in the...

The Shoebox Miracle The odds of ever having lived this dance called life are staggeringly low. My great-grandfather was born so small and fragile that the hospital sent him home in a shoebox. He was 4.5 months premature. That box was intended to be his final resting place. He was expected to die. He weighed about one pound. One pound of stubborn life. The doctor said there was no chance he would survive. “We’re sorry. There’s nothing we can do. You may take him home.” A nurse lowered the tiny...

The Friend Who Believes In Nothing A Bolivian dancer at Carnaval de Valencia I have a friend who believes in nothing. He is unfazed by the 1:4 trillion chance of living a human life, and the seven trillion functional nerves in the human body. The way everything fits together. He ignores those among us who have seen signs or received communication from beyond the confines of the living world. He is very pessimistic, to the surprise of no one. His heart is closed. His energy field is a small...

The Joy of Losing Oneself A girl in Warsaw, lost in a floating sea of bubbles. Feeling lost? Good. That means you’re searching. Searching means you’re on the edge of something real. I beat my mid-life crisis to the punch. At 38, I had a successful marketing business. My income was increasing by the month, but I spent almost every waking hour at my desk. I was lost. I booked a flight to Greece without a plan. On a tiny island, after five days of fasting, I interrogated myself and scrawled some...

He Wrote an Entire Book... With His Eyelid A Monarch butterfly outside of Spadina House in Toronto Jean-Dominique Bauby was 43 years old when he suffered a massive stroke. When he woke up, he was trapped inside his own body—completely paralyzed. Trapped in—and by—his mind. He could, however, move one thing: his left eyelid. Doctors called it “locked-in syndrome.” His mind was intact, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Most people would have given up. Bauby didn’t. Instead, he wrote a book,...

We Fear the One Thing That Makes Us Feel the Most Alive Two Yemeni girls play on a cliff's edge. Instinctively, one clutched the dress of the other. With fear and faith as allies, they leaped across the gap. A small misstep guaranteed death. Jack and I filed through the woods in our bathing suits, barefooted and wide-eyed. The banks of the Ohio vanished from sight as we moved up the hill and deeper into the shadows of the forest. We were 8-year-old summer fish out of water. There was no path....

Only Through Darkness Can We See the Stars A photo of Verona, taken in November 2014 Ten years ago, I visited Italy as part of what was coined "The Glitch Trip." One of my friends came across a tweet announcing that Priceline was issuing $180 around-the-world trip tickets (NYC > Milan > Prague > Amsterdam > Tokyo > LA). Three of us booked it before the company caught the glitch, and a fourth booked it after. Our first stop was Milan. From there, we visited Verona, which will forever be one of...

2024 Life Recap A few photographic favorites from Central Asia and the Middle East Last week, I put together a highlight post on Instagram. I figured I would share a preview here. Over the past week, I set aside time to reflect on the year. As much as it irks me to share wins publically, I have learned that it's an important exercise, especially for those who prefer to work in the shadows. "All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience."...