distractions and games
The very next text might come to you as too harsh, too pessimistic, too dark but it holds true based on my discovery so far. I am iterating towards the… Continue Reading
iterating towards truth
The very next text might come to you as too harsh, too pessimistic, too dark but it holds true based on my discovery so far. I am iterating towards the… Continue Reading
Recently I have been challenged again with a health crisis. Given my previous episodes of dealing with pain and fear of pain, I have noticed that my recent first reaction… Continue Reading
In the journey of searching for truth, I have stumbled upon a question of playfulness and experimentation. I have noticed that many times I have an idea I would like… Continue Reading
In software development, there is a fabulous term called “spaghetti code”. This term usually reflects the quality with which the software architecture of the application has been designed: a messy,… Continue Reading
Growing up does not guarantee you a transition from a child to a grown-up. Growing up is a process defined by the laws of nature, not laws of wisdom. In… Continue Reading
Sometimes I wonder why I am so bitter :). How one euphoric state, feeling of being at the top of the world can fade so quickly away and a feeling… Continue Reading
As we slowly discover the castle walls that we have built in our childhood as a coping mechanism of not being authentic, we start to wonder who we were before… Continue Reading
Recently I have been thinking about the topic of failure and its impact on finding the ultimate truth in life. While I was thinking about it an ego attacked. Ego… Continue Reading
Recently I have had a phone conversation with my father in which he has asked: “so what is your plan going forward?”. After many years of planning, trying to have… Continue Reading
Learning can feel like a burden or like an amazing journey. Learning can be overwhelming or tremendously satisfying. Learning can bring anxiety of feeling “not being enough” or can make… Continue Reading