Lately, this has been an internal message to myself daily. “Spread your wings baby” Fly! If you’re one of Nicki Minaj or Rihanna fans, then you’d be familiar with the lyrics of their musical collaboration “Fly“ My favorite lines are the chorus by Rihanna, I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thriveI came to win, to survive, to
To be honest, it didn’t make sense for me to make a topic out of “The Theory of Love vs The Practice of Love”, still, I needed to write about it. Few hours past midnight, after my birthday, I felt a weird emotion. I call it weird as I am still uncertain on how to properly define it. I mean,
At first, it’s easy to attribute today’s subject matter to a case of mental illness or instability. While that is very valid, it is still far from the truth. The truth is we all have voices in our heads; bad or good.Some people call it “The conscience” and others call it “The good and bad angel.” Now, before going further
Truthfully, I had to fight back from writing about “The Myth of Peace” to write about this particular subject matter. Who is a smart person? This is a question that rings continually in my mind. What does it take to be smart? To be fair and before I get into the tea for today, let me start by dropping this
After much deliberation, I decided to write on this topic.Truth is, I have found myself prepping to churn out a perfectly curated list of topics but I found myself spontaneously motivated. Another motivator for this piece is my mother’s perspective towards the subject matter. For better context, I am more or less what you might call a university dropout; in
The original topic for this piece was “Why do you go out?” but then, that came off as vague or better still ambiguous; I mean, socializing is a prerequisite for human existence. Still, if like me, you’re torn between being an introvert (homebody) and an extrovert (craving social entertainment from time to time), then you might relate with having moments
This isn’t exactly the next post I envisioned for my blog but like the saying from my overused piece of art, “WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE” whoever said what will be, will be, didn’t mean what you want, will be“, so writing this kinda feels right. I wish someone or my parents told me with full honesty the reality
The first time I watched Yellow by Coldplay, I was a depressed teenager.I played out two scenarios in my head: Out there alone in the multitude of people, probably feeling euphoric thanks to MDMA or a mind/emotional altering substance, and just feeling every sort of emotion rush through my being. Out there with my lover, his arms around me and
I did it! Exceptionally and oh so satisfying. I just completed the 40-day plus fasting for Lent (for the first time!!!) and asides a little headache, all I feel on the inside is Gratitude. Immense gratitude to be honest. I feel nudged in the spirit to hold back on my full expression but if I really do that, wouldn’t that