On Management and Life

  While I was going through my existential crisis, I acknowledged I didn't have a place to call home. The studio apartment I was living in belonged to my family, so it was my home. The furniture reflected the choices of my parents. Every weekend I would leave the house just not to stay there. One day spent inside the house would seem like someone was trying to cage me.  As I had some savings, I decided to renovate the house. I started to watch all the Netflix shows related to design and renovations. I learnt that the colors in your house influence your moods and ideas. At that time all I wanted was to feel peace and wealthy, I wanted the mix of the Nordic sunset in my studio apartment, from bright yellow to dark blue. Bright yellow is not my pick of treat color, so I chose instead gold.  The difficult part wasn't to find the people helping me with renovation, but putting together the design and choosing the decorations, from the couch I am now writing this article to the ...

  During the last week I've been thinking if I should write about my personal crisis. It was a hard decision as it is hard to accept it to myself and write about it. It was the hardship of all hardships. I always had a feeling that inside me were some demons way beyond my powers. I was around 30 years all and all those demons started to show off. I am not sure if it was just a personal crisis, depression, the 30 years old crisis or the dark night of the soul.  Nowadays, I just remember how I used to feel most days. I felt like I was all alone in the cold dark night. In moments of total darkness and silence I had bursts of rage just to feel alive. In those moments, I could feel how my blood would rush to my head, I would see only red in front of my eyes and my body temperature would go up. I was boiling figuratively and properly. I had no control over my thoughts and mouth. The people standing in front of me in those moments would hear the unthinkable. I've hurt so many people ...