Gentle Reader, I have travelled through a fair bit of our physical world and only a bit of the other one (remember I said that my journey has only now begun?) I travelled because almost every teacher I have had, stressed that through this medium I was sure to observe the meaning of life.
I realise gentle Reader that I have ventured on the unsteady terrain of social conflict, however, as these are confessions of my fearful heart, I feel little shame in sharing them.
All of us were at least once taught about the merits and challenges of competition. Like everything in the world, it too has its advantages and disadvantages.
For a while now this phrase has been tossed around; to a quiet spectator, it appears that this Right has been misunderstood.
As a young girl, I was encouraged to accept nature as a living entity. I must admit that I wasn’t thoroughly convinced by the idea, even though I knew that every component of nature is a living organism. To me, an entity couldn’t merely exist; an entity must have a voice that explains its life.
Economics was taught to me in school as a ‘good to know’ subject. As a young student, I have to admit, I didn’t like numbers much. Little did I know that my entire life will orbit around them.
I remember reading about the trolley problem and discarding it as something I didn’t need to worry my ‘pretty little head’ about. I must inform the reader that I have only now begun to make sense of my life; prior to now I only existed.
So the first recorded year in history is estimated to be the 30th century B.C. To this claim too, there is very little evidence on which to base any substantial argument. I have always been extremely curious as to how they may have lived; most importantly what did they discuss? Or if they even discussed? …
Just like a playful little girl, life has held my hand and teased me into running after her through the magnificent meadows as well as the murky puddles. There were times when I fell and there were also times when I more than just fractured myself. These times were rough for me, I refused to …
Like almost every curious person, I was occupied with this question for a considerable part of my youth. The idea that there definitely is a purpose for my existence excited me to jubilation as well as depression. I am 27 now and I feel like I have a sound understanding of why am I really …