"Pregnancy on Street-Cleaning Day"

In my moments of perceived honesty, I often merely skirt the relevant surface of situations, failing to engage with their true essence.

I intended to herald the arrival of a child, symbolizing simplicity, yet found myself lost in the mundane and incapable of expressing my true emotions.

Reflecting on historical figures, I recognize the futility in chasing fleeting distractions, as we often evade profound experiences and our authentic emotions.

The struggle to connect with true grandeur and feeling is universal; we distract ourselves with trivial motions instead of allowing ourselves to be deeply affected.

Read at The New Yorker