I have been a basketball player for the majority of my life. I enjoy basketball and most sports to this day. However, I no longer play. In the 11th grade I began reading seriously, as in, actually enjoying it. Previously, reading to me was what it would have been to any other jock that grew up on sports, irrelevant. Now, I read, think and try my best at writing. I’m still learning, as we all are.
My transition from basketballs to books arose out of pure curiosity. I’m glad for that. I was never forced to read, write or question the way I thought about life. Had I been forced, who knows how much I would resent the topics of Philosophy, Psychology, Computer Science, Literature and History.
Continue reading “Is Philosophy Worth It?”
How does one begin to talk about Death?
The Omnipotent never-changing ruler of Life.
I am only 18 years old and I have already begun thinking about such trivialities. Is Death really so trivial? I believe it is the underlying truth lying in secret behind all of our daily routines. As far as we know, there is nothing after Death. Death is the Universe. It controls all life. What is there to do about this? Continue reading “We are all Dying and it is Okay”
There is a reminiscent feeling attached to high school. Especially the school where I have attended the past 3 years, from grades 10 to 12. So much happened and seemingly affected the course of my life forever. But in retrospect, the past four years make up less than a quarter of my life. Every day that passes will make high school a smaller portion of the life I have lived. I don’t know whether that is good or bad. Here are some of my realizations and reflections. Continue reading “If This Isn’t Life, What Is?”
This poem, if you wish to call it that, is largely inspired by my recent readings of The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill. Continue reading “Meena Dee”