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When we Fails to See Life as a Journey

Life as a Destination-Oriented Race Humanity has, for millennia, struggled with understanding life not as a set of fixed points but as a journey of continuous transformation. We chase goals, accumulate material, and aspire to become “something” rather than embrace the fluidity of existence. The notion of life as a

Echoes of Absence

He could still feel the emptiness when someone he loved was gone — an aching sensation, as if part of him had been carved out and left behind in the shadows of their absence. It was a feeling that haunted him, coming in waves, sometimes gentle and nostalgic, at other times

On Being and Becoming

The notions of “being” and “becoming” represent two of the most profound philosophical questions concerning existence. They stretch across disciplines, from metaphysics to physics, from psychology to biology, offering deep insights into the nature of reality. In this essay I attempt to explore these concepts, drawing from ancient philosophical traditions,

The Conspiracy of Consciousness

He often found himself immersed in quiet contemplation, staring into the abyss of human existence, seeking to unravel the complexities that defined his every thought, decision, and emotion. From his earliest days of inquiry into philosophy, neuroscience, and existentialism, he had come to recognize an unsettling truth — consciousness was the

Narcissism as a Function of Evolution : Preserving the Physiochemical Identity

In the intricate web of human existence, narcissism stands as one of the more complex and often maligned psychological traits. From classical mythology to modern-day clinical psychology, narcissism has been viewed through a variety of lenses, often seen as a toxic self-absorption. However, when scrutinized under the paradigm of evolutionary

The Falling Raindrop and the Solitary Bird

As the raindrop begins its descent from the swelling womb of a darkened cloud, it must surely grapple with a peculiar existential angst. Its journey, inevitable and unrequested, mirrors the plight of sentient beings pondering their descent into meaning, into becoming. The raindrop is born of the vast sky, a

The Weight of the Days

In the dance of dawn, we rise anew, Yet soon, the steps grow heavy, too. The sun once kissed with golden grace, Now dulls in skies we cannot face. We chase the dream, we crave the spark, But light fades slowly in the dark. The rhythm falters, time grows still,