It dawned on me today that we're all on a conveyor belt of life. A slow-moving toddle towards something else. But do we even realise we're on it? That we're on a constant, endless, dreary churn sitting there like mindless cartons of milk waiting to be shuffled along. Hoping maybe that we are of use,... Continue Reading →
Can Viktor Frankl solve my existential millennial crisis?
As a millennial, (well, I'm just about a millennial - depending on which definition you read) I am partial to an existential crisis, or two. I announced this while I was playing tennis the other day. And my super intelligent friend questioned if it was actually an existential crisis, or just a crisis? Which, on... Continue Reading →
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