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On The Importance of Slowing Down

We’re now living in the 21st century, the digital age ladies and gentlemen! Wherein a click of a button, food is ready at your disposal, where if you need to get from one place to another it’s no problem anymore, thanks to apps like Uber and Lyft, and in milliseconds if you’re in need of even the smallest bit of information on a certain topic? Boom, here’s Google giving you millions upon billions of credible sources. What am I hinting at? We’re currently living in an era where whatever you want can be at your fingertips, whenever you want it, and wherever you may be, faster than you can say Mississippi . But with everyone and everything going full throttle at life, it’s high time for us to slow down and think—are we even on the right path? Thomas Frank has a video on his channel titled The Skill You’re Slowly Losing , and in it, he talks about the pros and cons of having countless amounts of information and wisdom readily available for you as soon as you need it. And we do indeed have ...

How Journaling Helped Me

Before we go any further, I wanted to explain my thoughts on what a journal may be. A journal for me, is something along the lines of a game plan. It is where you write what happened during your day that may have bothered you immensely and write about how to fix it. So why did I decide to journal and write about what goes on throughout my day and in my head in the first place? Watching videos about the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius and reading books and articles really gave me the inspiration to start writing. At first, I was only writing about what I had learned and from what I’ve read (book notes, you may say). Then I started writing about how I could apply them to my life, then to finally how the information I gathered from reading was put into practical use in any given day and how I could further improve myself. I remember one time being out in the cold streets of New York City in the winter, waiting for the ever-so-punctual MTA Transit Bus for more than an hour.  I simpl...

Mistakes In High School

Let’s talk about one of the most dreadful yet exciting, stressful but rewarding, years of my life (and most likely yours too)— high school. First, I want to talk about my psyche going into high school. Going back to my article Living With Ego for 18 Years , I went into high school thinking that I was already smart and that either I didn’t think I needed any of the classes or I took on way too many things at once believing that I could in fact do them—hey, I was already smart right? Mistake. Number. One. Too bad life works in mysterious way. As the scriptures say, But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first. (Matthew 19:30 KJV) Lesson? Don’t let your ego cloud your judgment. Suppress your ego down, wayy down, trust me. Because you are in high school to learn , you’re never the smartest person in the room. There will always be someone smarter than you, someone faster, bigger, better—and that’s okay, because you have an opportunity in your hands. Coming into a room ...

Living With Ego For 18 Years

Before we dive in, this story wouldn’t make sense without a dash of hubris, so bear with me a little on this note. With that being said, on with the story. Back in my salad days, when I was in kindergarten all the way through middle school, I was at the top of my game. Winning awards left and right, winning student of the month on a consistent basis, I could easily memorize a Bible verse within mere seconds. Okay, maybe a dash of hubris isn’t really fitting, how about a whole gallon? So yes, I’m sure you’ve also had that experience. Constantly being up on your academic game, triumphing over events and would happily accept any challenge that come your way, and when you didn’t win you’d go full berserk and try to one up your oppositions by working even harder. That’s how life was for me—until it wasn’t. My ego got in the way of my accomplishments, my ego got in the way of my love for challenges. This story wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t, in some way, explain what ego meant for me. Fo...