The word of the week is plethora, meaning an excessive amount or number. When I first learned this word, I used it ALL the time. Any chance I could get in an academic paper, I took. That was almost a decade ago, and now I’m here to share the very same word that started my obsession with particularizing locution.
Lies can take you far, but the truth will almost always carry you farther. Long term, nothing is more sustainable, or irrefutable, than the truth.
Thursday Thoughts: Working full time really wipes you out. It’s a wonder college students can juggle school, internships, jobs, and extracurricular activities. There’s something about doing the same task for hours on end, that is thoroughly exhausting.
This month, I’m starting a new series that I am very excited about beginning. Life can be a real pain, and though there are struggles, there are also little moments that remind us life can be worth living. I want to start a collection of sorts - a monthly journal of moments, people, and things that made life worth living for me.
June was a hard month for me, for whatever reason, and I can definitely say that these small pieces of time made a world of difference.
I've been listening to some pretty chill music this month. To take a break from curating topic-based playlists, today I'm simply sharing what I've been listening to in June. I hope this also diversifies the music I share with you, so you can get a better idea of new songs that deserve a listen.
Inspired by a few selections from the Sarai Reader, The Cities of Everyday Life, I began to identify overarching themes regarding not only physical, but also digital, economical, and informational cityscapes.
Dust and smog. It’s all pollution.
China. Africa. America. The air is unclean.
Charles Darwin. Survival of the fittest. Was this challenge too great to foresee?
What does survival mean to me?
Throughout each of Zhuangzi's passages, one can find the theme of life as is. It resonates voices that work on understanding and embracing life, as well as accepting that which is left unknown. The tone of each passage is direct as it is blunt, yet indirect in that it feels lighthearted. These passages act as parables; they are not upsetting tales.
Questions for Dreamers, Unanswerable by All
Part One, Inspired by Passage 2
1. If the enjoyment of life is a delusion, then are we miserable in truth?
2. Are those ever-attempting to achieve happiness damned to lives of unrelievable pain?
Over time, I have become the girl of my dreams.
twisted through dreams,
impossible to scrape
from the crevices
of a multilayered mind
The secret to survival is finding conceivable reasons to continue on. We've come up with so many of them: schedules, jobs, religion, familial obligations - each of these intended to be grounding in their own way.
Yet, is surviving equivalent to a life worth living? Just as some may say that living is incomparable to existing, I argue there is a difference between the two.
So if there is a difference, then how can we begin to define life? Should we define existing as a means of keeping on and surviving as a means of enabling ourselves to stay strong, then how on earth can we begin to perceive the center of it all?
Simply enough, I have found that life is best viewed from a multitude of equally exhausting perspectives.
I first started blogging on Medium, back in June 2017. As I write this, a little over a month has come to pass. Today, 20-something reflective essays later, I am finally tired of writing about myself.
It feels like the right time, or more like the right time has passed, to explore new genres. I’ve tried my hand at poetry, and I want to stick with it, for poetry and I have a good thing going.
When thinking of contentment, I realize how far I have come, though part of me screams: I have a long way to go. This is how it is for me. Ambition does not parallel discontent, but the line distinguishing the two is easily blurred.
Failing to appreciate progress,
leads to the escalation of goals into needs,
which then become benchmarks for self worth.
I think, and I think, until I think too much.
Young Adult novels have my heart. Reading them, interpreting them, and writing down my thoughts is all part of the fun when it comes to binging these texts. The only trouble is time.
As it turns out, writing in depth book reviews is extremely time consuming! So although I love to create those posts, this month we are going to have to suffice with a reading list!
Good thing I’ve been reading a lot of young adult books lately.