What is love, if not something we spend our whole lives trying to understand? What is love, if not the most romantic lie we tell ourselves? Something we chase, something we crave, something we fear. Painted in red, wrapped in ribbons, sold in heart-shaped boxes as if love itself could be that simple. As if it could be bought. As if it could be held. But is it ever? How often do we fall in love with the idea of love, rather than the reality of it?  We imagine it to be perfect, soft like in...

Did it even happen if it wasn’t posted? Did it even happen if no one double-tapped it? Do we remember moments for how they felt or how many likes they got? Are we still present if our attention is always elsewhere?   Desktop with laptop and mobile phone, Freepik.com , Accessed 20 Jan 2026 Moments are no longer lived, they are uploaded. Friendships and experiences are paused, filtered and shared before we truly feel them. Social media has turned connection into a competition for likes, where...

Do you ever feel like all of the sudden your energy dropped, or you are feeling tired no matter how much you rest? Like the only thing you dream about is going home to crawl up under a blanket and start counting down the days until the holiday break? Bohn, Herr. Empty Road between Trees, unsplash.com/photos/empty-road-between-trees-mRt-9eyAOhM . Accessed 25 Nov. 2025. This is what I call ‘The November crisis’. Every year when the leaves start to fall, the temperature hovers just above zero...