Do you think your writing is worth doing — as an end in itself?
“It is,” I said. “It is the one altogether pleasant thing about it.” — As I start to take my writing more seriously, there is one question that I end up asking myself a lot. Why write anything at all? Does the world really need another writer? Isn’t everyone writing anyways? What’s the point in putting a bunch of words together just so I…
Consistency: The Antidote to Perfectionism
Creativity is hard. It’s even harder when we are trying to find our creative voice, wondering at every moment whether we even have an ounce of creative juices flowing in our bloodstream or if we’re just trying to live in our own fantasyland. It’s a scary thought. It is very…
Books I read in 2021
Toward the end of 2020, I started taking writing more seriously but at the same time, I was struggling with a cripplingly high level of imposter syndrome. I really felt like I was bad at writing and was constantly wondering what it even takes to succeed in the creative endeavor…
What if 5-year olds were racist? (Or how 5-year olds can teach us to be more tolerant)
Imagine Teddy (or pick a name of your choosing). Teddy is a 5-year old kid who loves to do whatever 5-year old kids love to do these days and Teddy spends his days doing just those things. Teddy is having the time of Teddy’s life. To everyone, Teddy seems like…
“Put these seeds in your pockets”, the woman said, to the soldier — a stranger on her homeland, “At least sunflowers will grow when you lay dead”. Her heart blue, eyes red, yet resolute her stand. With guns, bombs, and tanks, the tyrants invade A people of peace; they bring a reign of pain. War spares no one, it’s an evil trade, Lives are taken, only suffering and despair remain. The people of freedom, they’re heartbroken yet headstrong,
“Put these seeds in your pockets”, the woman said,
to the soldier — a stranger on her homeland,
“At least sunflowers will grow when you lay dead”.
Her heart blue, eyes red, yet resolute her stand.
With guns, bombs, and tanks, the tyrants invade
A people of peace; they bring a reign of pain.
War spares no one, it’s an evil trade,
Lives are taken, only suffering and despair remain.
The people of freedom, they’re heartbroken yet headstrong,
You will see no tears, just sheer will, blood and sweat.
Unbroken, unbent; they fight to right this wrong,
Tyrants, beware! You chase power; In your arrogance you forget.
Lone and bare, even Ozymandias was left in ruins,
What chance do you have? He was the King of Kings.
Using Amor Fati as a tool for mental clarity
“Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it… but love it.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Life is a difficult and complex journey. Random things happen to us all the time, both good and bad. This is further complicated by all the noise and the distractions in our world. At…
Who am I?
A poem for those lost in life. — A doctor, a pilot, a man building buildings, Every kid in your class has a dream they’re singin’. Your turn! You can think of none, so you just lie, Each morning, every night; just one question: who am I? A pen, a bat, a laptop, or a guitar, Every teen’s…
Deeds, Not Words — My Stoic Musings 034
“Those who receive the bare theories immediately want to spew them, as an upset stomach does its food. First digest your theories and you won’t throw them up. Otherwise, they will be raw, spoiled, and not nourishing. After you’ve digested them, show us the changes in your reasoned choices, just…
Pick Your Sport Before You Start Training — My Stoic Musings 033
“First tell yourself what kind of person you want to be, then do what you have to do. For in nearly every pursuit we see this to be the case. Those in athletic pursuit first choose the sport they want, and then do the work.” — Epictetus, Discourses, 3.23.1–2a So…