Every thread is made up of even more delicate fibers. Every beam is composed of even sharper rays. And every melody holds within it even more evanescent notes, whose modesty affords for one a unit worthy of one’s adoration. It’s a system of microcosms of some sort, with
We see ourselves most clearly when we examine the objects of our love. Because to love someone or something is to surrender parts of you that most closely resemble the object of your affections. No, to enjoy apples does not mean that there is a part of you that resembles
On a warm winter afternoon, it dawned on me that there are three ways to describe anything that is set before you, at any given moment. First, by what it is. Second, by what it is not. Third and perhaps most importantly, by what it could be. I sit here,
Every thread is made up of even more delicate fibers. Every beam is composed of even sharper rays. And every melody holds within it even more evanescent notes, whose modesty affords for one a unit worthy of one’s adoration. It’s a system of microcosms of some sort, with
I’ve been having the kind of thoughts one has when one has too much time on one’s hands. It helps to put them down into ink and paper because perhaps one could make sense of them. This would be easy if putting these thoughts together were like playing
If it is at all possible, I think I remember the exact moment I felt empathy for the first time. It was around 2 P.M on a weekday in 2009, in the dining hall of Martin Luther Pre and Primary School (MLS). I was having ugali and beans, as
We see ourselves most clearly when we examine the objects of our love. Because to love someone or something is to surrender parts of you that most closely resemble the object of your affections. No, to enjoy apples does not mean that there is a part of you that resembles
Many quandaries pay visits to the theatron that is my restless mind, but one set that has long left me searching is the consideration of why God created humans, and then, why He created us as sinful. These are both complex and daring questions, ones that knock at the very
In light of the recent Ambani pre-wedding, I posed a question in my Financial Foundations class at church, “Can we have Christian billionaires?” To keep my story short, I was met with a resounding “Yes” followed by examples of the likes of King Solomon from the Old Testament of the
[Trigger Warning: Explicit Language] Say, have you heard of Lil RT? Unlike the familiar figures of ‘Lil Wayne’, ‘Lil Uzi Vert’, and ‘Lil Nas X’, this budding artist truly embodies the essence of his ‘lil’ moniker in both stature and age. Born in the summer of 2014, Lil RT’s
What name shall we call someone you love dearly but also despise just as much? Someone you understand deeply but also perplexed by in the same measure? It feels to me that successful continuation of relationships requires some sense of defined feelings. That person X makes me feel like Y,
On a warm winter afternoon, it dawned on me that there are three ways to describe anything that is set before you, at any given moment. First, by what it is. Second, by what it is not. Third and perhaps most importantly, by what it could be. I sit here,
The beauty of life is that there is beauty in life. That wherever you may search, even in the darkest corridors that make up your individual life construction, you will hear pleasant whispers professing an admiration for the human adventure. I suppose that this is what our case is – some
The question at hand is this: “What are the markers of a year well-lived”? If there is such a thing, of course, as a year well-lived. A compilation of months well-spent, days well-cherished, seasons well-reaped. For if there is a life well-lived, then in a similar manner, it must be