We have an innate desire to be remembered and to leave a legacy. The things we do to have our existence be marked. The need to be continued to be thought of even if we aren’t around to do so directly. Whether it’s in secondary school, carving your name into the playground bench reading ‘Maddie waz here’ or leaving something behind at your workplace so that whenever people do see it, they think of you and your legacy. To plant something for an infinite amount of time which represents you. The whole – “this is your song” is synonymous for “Remember me when you listen to this”.
Granted, pride is often used as a negative. Making up part of the 7 deadly sins in Christianity and just getting an all-around bad rep among most religions. Even folk tales rarely look kindly on it. It’s always about modesty and humility – but are they really at odds?
I’m not a big movie fan. In fact, there are maybe 10 movies I genuinely like and would be willing to re-watch, I myself am far more prone to comedy sitcoms. Then there are movies that gently and with time rather aggressively lead you to a soothing self-destruction of existential crises. Inception by extension, Matrix rather directly and then you have Black Mirror.
Truth is a complex concept. When we dislike someone, whether for their externals, intentions or mere presentation, we have a habit of finding the flaws that we’re looking for.
Generalisations – You are this, therefore, you believe this. We purposefully misread benign words spoken or even downright misquote.
Pace indeed. It’s such a fascinatingly regular phenomenon as to just how often we compare ourselves. To anyone or anything, how fast we achieve something how we compare to others and anything else that can pick at our self-esteem.
A Dichotomy is when you find yourself staring at is the battle between two belief systems that usually work great in unison. The mature settler and the immature dreamer. We need the first to progress in life but the latter makes sure we enjoy it. The first is about a concrete destination while the 2nd pronounces the journey and hopes for an epic end – an end that may not come to realisation. Yes, we need both, but there are times when life makes you choose. Who do you choose?
I need to have an idea in mind for me to write something worth creating and follow the lead from the inception of the idea. I can’t just type away, hoping I’ll stumble upon something worth elaborating on. It just does not happen for me. I need something in the back of my head before I put my fingers to the keys. An idea that then gives birth to a sentence that leads into the next.
Have you ever been at a crossroad (excuse the cheese oozing out of this metaphor), struggled making a decision and you just found yourself uncharacteristically darting left, and right?
With the increasing amount of debate whether University is actually worth your time in terms of learning, money and of course effort, it’s an even bigger question mark when it comes to courses of the humanities. Before you think I am dissing the arts, I’m not. Both my undergraduate and postgraduate degree fall under the domain. I don’t think my time was wasted, even if ultimately, I opted for an entirely different field to work in.