There’s comfort to not being terrorized by the thought that one’s action or inaction contributes to an inevitable future at the mercy of eventual degeneration.
It’s easy to be friendly. But some people assume friendliness should mean unbridled openness. Far too often I’ve seen how some people would lovebomb strangers in the hope that they will win their trust and friendship.
I think true friendship takes time.
Do we stop being impostors the moment everyone is finally convinced we are who we say we are?
The more I think about pinning down who the “authentic self” is, the more I question that it even exists.
Facts are not ethical statements. So how can we make moral judgments from observation?
There’s nothing that drives you further down into introspection like the waning high of your birthday that’s almost about to end (except probably a close brush with death, a bus speeding at 100 kilometers per hour barely colliding with the car you’re in at a highway—but that’s another story.) I’m writing this two hours before…… Continue reading “The Universe is Having a Wank”: Teleological Explorations, By Way of Birthdays
As I went to bed and fell asleep, I started dreaming about dying, and I thought about how I slowly started to unravel, like fabric that had started to fray and were now becoming threads of different colors again.
Recently, I was in a heated Twitter debate about how people who had animal companions but were not vegan were essentially in a master-slave relationship. While some of my friends argued with me directly, some chose not to reply and instead resorted to subtweets and snarky, shady remarks. Those who did the latter did not…… Continue reading To See Clearly, Don’t Shy Away from Conflict: Chronicles During the COVID-19 Community Quarantine
I suffer because I believe that I deserve that cookie. But I also know that eating that cookie comes with consequences.
What if, as Plato said in his allegory of the cave, we only see shadows of reality, and that is because of the frailty that is our humanity?