By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

Blind faith in our ability to reason led to arrogance, false certainty
‘Metaverse’ future seems easy, but humans thrive on challenge
‘Duck Dynasty’ just another skirmish in an increasingly stupid culture war
Failure to communicate: Angry, bitter people misunderstand each other
FRIDAY FUNNIES
I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now
Idiots in Congress haven’t heard of ‘law of unintended consequences’
What if we’re more talented than our inner fears allow us to admit?
Your words of kindness can show love to strangers struggling in life