What we call “meaningless” often says more about the limits of our own understanding than the object itself. Meaning is rarely absent; more often, it is written in a language we have not learnt.
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Musings
The Melancholy of the Morning Bird
A solemn reflection on life, love, and loss, where hope endures in cycles of day and night, and the morning bird waits to sing again.
The Heart of Betrayal
As I lay in bed, watching the ceiling, reality set in, alongside clarity, so did the questions. How could I lose what was never mine to begin with? You were never mine — so why did it feel as though I had lost everything? My heart wanted what it wanted, that much was true. But this time, it had gone too far.
Be(com)ing Okonkwo: The Danger of Single-Mindedness
Okonkwo and Isaac Newton were both driven by relentless focus, yet one found greatness while the other met ruin. This piece explores when single-mindedness becomes strength, and when it becomes a flaw.