Years of Growing Up with September

So, we are well into September and I see a lot of people taking it as the ultimatum to 2020 – enough with the ridiculousness you’ve brought to the world and the mess you’ve made. With years of adapting to the systematic start of a new school year around this time, September is expected to…

No, Your Mind Can’t Keep You Safe

“Yeah, the sales can rise Doesn’t mean much though when your health declines See, we’ve all got something that we trapped inside That we try to suffocate, you know, hoping it dies Try to hold it underwater but it always survives Then it comes up out of nowhere like an evil surprise Then it hovers…

Encircling Rue, Hypnotic Blue

Relinquish your measures and tiesIt can come within reach if I triedMuch above as belowMindful canvas at your service, All you forgoYou may rule as you pleasebut to own my betrayal at easefor it’s order we keep, through the stillness and stream. Overdue breadth of viewYou’ve long revel’d to hold no lasting residue _______________________________

Introducing Uncertainty — An Overflowing Food for Thought

“Give in to that easy living
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams” Portugal. The Man. Lyrics to “Feel It Still”. To be honest, I’ve never understood the appeal of uncertainty. I’ve been struggling to land on solid ground for some time now; it seems like whatever step I take, for even the slightest pressure I put on the surrounding inch of soil, I would not be met with strong support but rather instant collapse.

“Life” Is Everything You Aren’t Able to Control

Life is funny, isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about it and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east…

Hey Internal Conflict, Let’s Talk: Money or Passion

“I said, that’s life (That’s life), and as funny as it may seemSome people get their kicks, stomping on a dream” Frank Sinatra. Lyrics to “That’s Life”. In the past year, I’ve built a habit to treat life as a series of investments and this mindset has really encouraged me to put more thought into…

Not Your Ordinary “Work” Talk… Seriously

“…Whoever is not in the possession of leisure can hardly be said to possess independence. They talk of the dignity of work. Bosh. True Work is the necessity of poor humanity’s earthly condition. The dignity is in leisure. Besides, 99 hundreths of all the work done in the world is either foolish and unnecessary, or…

1 year after graduation, huh? Let’s take a step back (Part 2)

“Great memories never got their due credit when they were created; therefore, as my study abroad experience has settled in the past for a year, I figure it’s time to recognize some of those moments without any further distractions.” “All in all, the first year I was unashamedly a fob.” “Nevertheless, I remember feeling out…

1 year after graduation, huh? Let’s take a step back (Part 1)

So… as I’m writing this blog, it has officially been a year since I attended the convocation ceremony at my university. Time certainly does slip by if you carelessly let them. I would say I am ashamed of the “progress” I’ve made in the past year, which is none, which also means I’m moving backwards…

The(ir) Exclusivity Agreement

to grow your feathers from bonds of fetters the soundest barter for a bloodline’s counter Yet name far travell’d stirr’d forsaken dirt as solid grounds of sacred preserve lurks. How singular noises ally wrought to serve a blatant narrow chasm you — gloated — long deserv’d Pray hear your higher callings! Grant your due compassion…

To Be Honest, Since When?

This blog is in no way hinting or pointing at any people, groups, or social issues. It is merely a reoccurring feeling I have growing up. Please consider this a stream of consciousness and bare with me through the leaps of thoughts that might render this whole blog illogical and confusing; it certainly is quite…

Nature’s Great Stirrings

To send off and set off, one sapphire expanse onward blows with the flow, goeth child let eyes glow by no compass or rudder, afloat it remains till first draw we are doom’d to be churn’d and remade Rob our graces, scream “Justice!” Sight of grandeur, soak’d in red hue pil’d raw flesh will rot…