It was a lie. But in your heart, you probably knew that already.
Even now, it doesn’t stop us telling that to our kids. After all, our generation may be doomed, but the next one will have real freedom, right?
For a long time, this was one of my underlying beliefs. Anyone, if they tried hard enough, could achieve anything. The power of the mind was so powerful that we can make it happen, no matter what the odds.
Photo by Daniela Muntyan on Unsplash One thing I’ve noticed is that my mind feels calmer. Despite shifting storms, political and personal uncertainty, I feel more balanced. This doesn’t mean life has gotten any easier. But it seems to feel a little bit easier anyway. If anything, it’s actually been a more testing period. I’ve […]
Sometimes it’s pretty hard to keep faith in the world.
This weekend, there was a far-right protest of over 100,000 in London. On the same week, we had the shooting of Charlie Kirk in the US too. It’s safe to say we’re in choppy waters right now.
Yet the point in faith is not to hold it only when things are good.
The summer holidays are over. Brussels is slowly coming back to life after its sleepy summer. We’re coming back into the traditional return to work.
I actually am enjoying a sense of energy in the air. It’s nice to have things happening again in this town. I’ve spent quite a lot of time here in the summer. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, but it’s also felt a little empty. Now, there’s a bunch of events around town over the next weeks for me to look forward to.
It seems like a rest has done people some good. many people will feel the heightened political tensions, but this is particularly the case in the political hubs such as Brussels. Disconnection is what keeps us from getting too caught up in work and forgetting to live.
When it comes to sharing our own opinions, many of us get in a pickle.
On the one hand, we feel our internal psyche telling us something that needs to be said. Sometimes this might not be particular popular or welcome.
On the other hand, we are wary of becoming like those people who say things to the point of obnoxiousness. I think we all know people who perhaps are a little too confident.
So how do we get to the sweet spot of sharing an opinion clearly, especially when it goes against the grain?
Although I’ve been relatively insular in recent times, I can’t help but feel what is going on in the world.
Things feel tough for people. I’m not really seeing many people truly thriving. It feels like a lot of us are stuck in a broken system.
Perspective is always helpful. I’ve been editing my father’s biography, where he talks about coming to the UK in the 70s. He came as a student, integrated, saw an opportunity, opened a business and eventually thrived.
In modern times, such a venture would be crazy. The price of renting a physical space is incredibly high, to the point where you just couldn’t get a loan to do this. You would need some sort of financial backing beforehand.
Things are difficult right now, it’s not your imagination
Whenever I see a post telling us to remember what we’ve achieved, I tend to scoff a little.
It feels a bit cheesy. It is like an invitation for self-congratulation, which feels even more bizarre when it often comes in response to facing a current hardship. Why look back, when the thing that we’re meant to be facing is staring right in front of us?
Yet as is often the case with common wisdoms, there is usually truth behind them. That’s probably why they stand the test of time.
Sometimes looking back is actually very important. When we don’t go back to seeing what we achieve, it’s hard for us to have a sense of momentum or pride upon what we’ve overcome. Without these things, our task becomes even harder.
I was at a work party once a number of years ago. We were speaking about ourselves, so cue a moment of self-effacing humour.
I uttered the words ‘I think people like me, until they get to know me’.
Although I’ve left the UK, one thing that will never leave me is my dry British humour. It can be a little funny when this takes people by surprise, particularly now living in the continent.
Yet no joke is funny unless it has some level of truth hidden underneath.
I’ll be starting a new role in September. It draws a line under a rather chaotic period in my life.
What started off getting signed off for a week of sick leave in February 2024 turned into an 18 month descent into executive dysfunction and existential crises. It wasn’t all bad, but it was pretty rough.
Honestly, the toughest part was having nothing to do. The emptiness during the day has felt harrowing. People I know are working. Most social activities happen during the evening. So what do I do for the next 8 hours, sitting here, all alone?
I woke up a few days ago. But when I got out of bed, I had a shot of pain. Putting weight on my right foot hurt a lot. I could barely step without wincing.
What caused this grand injury? I’m not actually really sure.
The night before, I did a dance class and walked around without problem. Before going to bed, I had zero pains.
I’m feeling quite bitter about this. I feel like I’ve done nothing to really provoke such an injury.