“Live each day like it’s your last.” We’ve all heard this advice at least once in our lives. This is horrible advice. The idea behind it is not to waste your life on boring, mundane things, but to “live” life to the fullest. This idea does have some value, but the notion that you should live each day like you’re going to die tomorrow is unsustainable. Let’s entertain this philosophy for a minute: okay, this is the last day on Earth. Well, I’m certainly not going to work or school. I’m not going to do anything healthy for myself or…

Who Is Brian? I’m Brian Bagrov, and I made Brian’s Blog to promulgate the culmination of what I’ve learned in my 27 years. My intent is to document my thoughts and findings for anyone who cares to listen. Why Should We Listen to a 27-Year-Old? image I may, perhaps, potentially, possibly know more than the average 27-year-old, but that’s certainly not enough time to gain a lifetime of wisdom. Why listen to me? Well, it’s not about listening to me. I’m not here to instruct you or to coach you. I’m not a guru or a charismatic leader of man.…

I’ve been left alone once more. The only thing I feel is pain and uncertainty. Not anchored to what’s real—I’m living liminally. I’ve been left broken to the core. Someone save me from this mess. God, I’m sick of being depressed. I can’t fall asleep because my mind is racing. I feel sick and I can’t break out. I can’t stay asleep because my body’s breaking. With my head underwater, all I do is drown. Is this the end? I can’t see any way out of here. Can I get away? Can I run away? Can I escape? Or am…

I persist in this tepid purgatory. I see no way out. There is no glimmer of light shining beneath the surface to guide me to an escape. Clawing my way around, I wonder if I'm to be relegated to this existence forever. Is this it? Is there any hope of escape? This cannot be my penance. Is this a test or a punishment? An act of love or a curse? If separation from God is hell then I am there. How else could one characterize a dearth of feeling? A lack of hearing? It's a perpetual emptiness with no sign…

Stuck in this sick unending cycle, unable to escape. I thought I could achieve more but I guess this is my fate. Struggling to try my best but always falling short. It's a pitiful, pathetic existence to be sure. Always ending up last as history suggests. Painfully striving to put forth my best. Unable to experience anything of worth to me, unable to get anything done. In this twisted life I feel like I'm the only one. Alone, trapped in a glass box which no one can see. I've done everything I can to try and break free. Pathetic, sick,…

I feel so empty and nothing seems real. Life no longer pushes me and pulls me as it once did. I lack the enthusiasm and the wondrous hope that I had when I was young. Instead I'm all alone with my thoughts. I drift by, divested of the things that make one whole. I'm nothing but a fragmented man without direction. This world is truly hard to believe and life is so surreal. I don't even have the energy to be angry like I used to, and I kind of miss it. At least then I felt alive. Now I…