And there I was. Lost, as I had been for most of my life. Lost in the found

… and found in the lost. The only question that remained was how many more people had I laid eyes on without ever truly grasping the truth in their eyes and how many of them held the truth of being lost?

Time for more reflections…


    April 5, 2020 by

    “Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?” Emil Cioran In a recent interview on French television, author Velibor Čolić offered the audience his entrancing interpretation of exile as follows: ‘I did not come, I stayed ; exile is more about staying than leaving’. Indeed, we leave as emigrants but we stay… Read more


    March 24, 2020 by

    How did you feel when the school year was coming to a close and it was time for the goodbyes and the embraces?

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