Author: nowwhat974
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The Value of a Voice
What is the value of a voice? I think that traditionally we would say an “item” is only as valuable as what someone is willing to pay for it. Or that value is a direct reflection of supply vs demand, which changes this conversation and makes the original question harder to answer. I could tell…
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The Cost of Conformity
“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” — Jiddu Krishnamurti I was at a park recently with my kids, all of them, actually, which happens less and less these days as they get older. It’s a challenge to watch four kids at once, so I’m grateful that…
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The Suffering of Desire
Life, or at least my life, the only one I’m qualified to speak on has been a series of building things I’ve wanted and loved, followed by letting them go. The Buddha said that desire is the root of suffering and attachment is the mechanism that perpetuates it, and this has been the most self-evident…
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Book Update
Just wanted to share an update on my book’s progress. I am officially finished with the writing and have moved on to formatting, final edits, and what I consider the hardest part: the cover design. We can say “don’t judge a book by its cover” all we want, but we all do—I’m certainly guilty of…
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God is Dead
I was fourteen years old and in a long term treatment center after a drug overdose. I was a sophomore in high school and since school was still in session, I had to go to school in-house every day. One day while sitting in my trigonometry class, my teacher proclaimed “God is Dead” and suddenly…
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Now What?
I write a lot about the darkest parts of my life: alcoholism, drug addiction, and my past struggles with suicidal ideation. I talk openly about being suicidal even in my early sobriety because it’s the truth, and I’m not one to hold back. However, I’ve been thinking all week about the fact that this page…
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Dad Guilt
The “dad guilt” is real. I’m usually going to the office, on a side job, or somewhere in between, trying to pay for the cost of this life. When I’m not working, I’m at the gym, trying to stay healthy enough to keep paying for it. The truth is, it isn’t my life; it’s my…
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The Quantum Entanglement of Grief
She knew. She didn’t know how, and she didn’t know when, but she knew. On my birthday, several months prior, we were sitting outside talking one evening and she said, “I cleaned the house today and got rid of some things from my past I wouldn’t want my family to see, just so you know.”…