A Chalk-Outlined Dread

It’s 7:57 a. m. in the morning. The National Anthem is, earnestly, seeping through the loudspeakers. The music ebbs and flows as the wind plays with the intensity of the hymn.I look around and I notice a wave of yawns moving across the courtyard, reaching my queuing up students. With a nod of a head,…

Dear Future Me

Dear FutureMe,I’m writing this email because you’re afraid and I’m trying to help you deconstruct the mass of confusion that is snowballing in your head. You’re confused. You’re petrified. You want things to get better. You want to allow yourself to feel. But, this is you. You do this thing where you have to overthink…

Loss of Purpose or the Exhaustion of It

In an age where meaning is consistently copied, replicated, and forged, individuals find themselves constantly on the hunt for The Real. Dreams are advertised on buses. Your life purpose can be figured out by career counselors. The modern man has transformed into a passive receiver. Even his aspirations are being spoon-fed to him. We do…

Of Unexpected Muses and Anxious First Steps

I created a Blogger blog back in 2013. I had been active on it for 3 years. Then, I discovered Medium and suddenly decided to get out of the private comfort of Blogger and start writing on Medium. I first thought that I’d be able to keep them both updated, but I unfortunately failed at…