On meaning, burnout, and what a conversation with a dear friend, Rumi, Viktor Frankl, and a mosquito at 3am taught me about purpose.

This weekend, I witnessed something that stayed with me. I spoke with a woman who carried a lot of pain. You could feel it immediately. Not because she was loud, but because in the way she spoke about a topic, you could feel a deeper layer of hurt underneath. At some point, she began speaking about men. But it quickly became clear that it wasn’t really about men. It was about something that had happened to her. Something that had left a deep wound. Over time, that wound had turned into anger,...

Your attention is the most valuable thing you own. A reflection on doom scrolling, focus, and how small shifts in attention quietly shape your daily experience.