I didn’t want to leave this paradise. Sometimes it happens while traveling. When we feel comfortable, it’s hard to move on. “Comfort” in...

Learnings are curious things. The greatest lessons don’t come dressed as lessons. They usually disguise themselves as challenges,...

Alex is the breakfast cook at the hotel where I work some mornings.The first day I met her, she gave me a container of gnocchi with cream...

~ Moments intercalated in time ~ And then there are those days. Those that have no magic. Those that ask us to endure. Those in which...

The only place I had planned not to set foot in India—besides Delhi—was Varanasi. I already had enough inner chaos; I didn’t need to add...

"We are repeatedly told about transmigrating, about how our spirit moves from one body to another in countless lives, seeking experiences...

Go inward, understood... How? — asked a voice inside me, notebook and pen in hand, as if the answer to “going inward” were less...

That intense, powerful, and uncontrollable impulse. That excessive and imperceptible attachment. That insatiable, endless desire, which drags us—without us wanting it—into a wheel so sharp and infallible that it leaves almost no room for error. If we let it loose, it multiplies so quickly, and without even noticing, we subtly shift from attachment to objects to an addiction to craving itself: we become addicted to the feeling of desiring. Addicted to that adrenaline, to that