Musings

Are we able to know the real, unedited versions of ourselves, or do we just settle with only beautified and idealized versions of ourselves?

Beauty matters — even if some pretend it doesn’t. But why exactly?

The idea of being ‘forced into love’ is an oxymoron. Or is it? Are ‘love’ and ‘duty’ to be kept completely separate?

A statement is not necessarily true because it is wrapped in fine language or false because it is awkwardly expressed.

Here’s an account of what happens when we nonchalantly forge on in the wrong direction. Just who are we following? Are we sure we’re not lost?

Love bears all things. Why do people judge the ones they love? How is it that love sometimes doesn’t withstand conflicts?

Wouldn’t we want to wake up every morning, highly motivated and committed to accomplish great things? Isn’t pushing beyond the status quo and ‘changing the world’ such a worthy aspiration?