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In one of my favorite movies of all time, Bruce Almighty, the main character – Bruce – says this, “Be careful what you wish for, punk!” shortly after… spoiler alert… God grants Bruce divine powers. Predictably, towards the end of the movie, Bruce’s life is worse than it had been before
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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What is to be said of a heart that bleeds loudly? No, not profusely. For even the tiniest of drops can make the loudest of noises, causing a ruckus and a ripple in the ponds that are multiple people’s lives. I write here of such drops… be they many
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Recently, I arrived at two unfortunate conclusions. My hope as I share them with you is that you will be kind enough to point out their fallacies, or at the very least, their irrationality. For I fear, my dear reader, that the hopes that have long sustained the rhythm in
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Time melts by like a stick of butter left in the Abu Dhabi sun. Yet time is never truly lost, is it? Yes, you were younger then and certainly older now. Perhaps slim then, a healthy husky now. Extraverted then, introverted now. Naive then, sober-minded now. An easy-sleeper then, an