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Reflections on becoming

  • Late-night musings #13

    There are bridges we chose not to cross. But who knows what could have been if we did? Read more

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  • But for now, let me grieve

    My heart is heavy with grief, like a weight pressing on against my chest.  Exhale, exhale, exhale. I’m trying to inhale, but the weight only gets heavier the more I try to breathe. Like my heart is trying to beat against a prison cell that is getting smaller and smaller until there’s no space left Read more

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  • I’m here, I’m there, going everywhere

    Being in motion throughout the day, engaging in activities from one place to another, always works like magic, especially in telling ourselves a story that the day has been satisfyingly long. Sometimes, it’s more draining to be in the same place doing the same things for a period. You might even start to question why Read more

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  • Possibilities and realities

    I think it was easier to dream when we were young because death seems too distant, and time feels long, giving more space for possibilities. But as I grow older and the possibility of dying and the reality of death seems to get closer every year, I now find it challenging to dream beyond what’s Read more

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  • Mad Max: Fury Road prequel buzz (where curiosity took me)

    While reading Slow Productivity: The Lost Art of Accomplishment Without Burnout, published in March 2024, Cal Newport briefly mentioned the center framing of the movie Mad Max: Fury Road. I first watched it on cable TV (on repeat), and I’ve always wondered how I could focus on following the characters amidst its chaotic scenes. Now Read more

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Reflections on becoming

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