Cuando yo escribía, todavía no había empezado a vivir. Ahora que vivo, desde hace década y media, qué rápida va la vida, Qué poco da para la letra. Gano experiencia, pero pierdo mi vocabulario. Gano un idioma y otros muchos que persigo - siempre esta sed disparatada de saber la lengua de los otros, de …
¿Qué es una vida bien vivida? Recuerdo ser ésta una de las primeras preguntas filosóficas que nos hicimos allá a la intemperie de nuestra adolescencia, cuando todavía no entendíamos bien, bien, qué era o para qué servía la filosofía.
We treat others the way we treat ourselves. Perhaps, the focus can shift from "don't treat others the way you wouldn't want to be treated yourself" to "don't treat yourself the way you wouldn't treat others". Maybe, the care of the self, learning how to do that better, and by that I mean going towards …
There was something unsustainable about life the way it was. There was that pressing feeling that a change was needed, and soon. In other ages, or just in different geographies, that may have meant a war approaching. One grasped it at the individual level, and formed the irrational belief that, after a year of continuous …
Borges wrote that one does not belong to a country or a nation. One belongs to their neighbours, their friends, their family. I cannot remember where he said this or how he said it. I've tried finding the reference, and I encountered no luck. Borges would have said that, nonetheless. From all the people I've …
Oh, Oxford. You shaped the early stages of my adulthood. My second migration. My third language in which I now dream. The first years of my professional career. The steps one takes with the freedom that comes from financial independence. The routines. The trips around the world. An ambrosial world of light and darkness. The …
The thing about happiness is that one does not necessarily find the time to write about it. One feels it, lets it overwhelm, and enjoys it while is there. Yet, one wants to write about it, to remember it, in case one forgets how it feels like, or, more importantly, its cause. And here's one …
Of course, the audience influences the way and what that one writes. This influence does not come because one tailors one's message to suit what the audience wants to hear. Instead, one writes with a specific audience in mind and therefore expresses the message one wants that audience to receive. It is a gift one …
Wow. What a trip we're all going through, right? Menudo viaje, colega. Governments stopping the world from its rush, our hasty stumbling through life, and finally, a moment to hear our thoughts. What, now? Nothing, silence. And hopefully, amid the noise our phones are still making, our caring duties to our loved ones, our illness, …
Fear protects our survival. It alerts us when we are at risk. But what if danger was what we learnt that home means? What if a home without danger is just a house, and what if we seek danger just to feel at home? What if, in that environment, escaping feels the most dangerous thing to do? …
G. Maria Bencich-Grigore 