Archetypal Writings

"The Consciousness of the Unaware Individual"     Growing up in the 21st century and saying that we have it so easy is one substantial understatement; information in mere seconds, food and a car ride in minutes, anything you could ever desire brought right there on your doorstep in a matter of moments. But amidst everything that we have, there is a saying that continues to echo within in loud volumes: “Tough men produce good times, good times produce weak men, weak men produce hard times, hard times produce tough men.”      Kindly direct your attention to the second part of that sentence, good times produce weak men; t he ubiquity of cancel culture, safe-spaces, and “inclusive zones”—especially in North America—is impressive, it’s almost praiseworthy. But there is one characteristic that should be instilled into every young man and woman, one that would abruptly end (if not radically diminish) the prevalence of this writhing notion of an Orwellian world in our s...

     I have always suffered from acne. I am not degrading myself or anything, just stating the obvious. This started during my middle school years, towards the end of eighth grade when one day I looked in the mirror and saw that a martian had landed on my face and established its home base on my forehead. I am not going to lie, I have complained about it (a lot); what 13-year-old child who had their first acne experience didn’t? But, with those complaints came personal steps towards improvement; I researched on how sleep affects the rate that which acne bloomed, how diet and the sacrifice of junk food (which I miserably failed at) helped ameliorate the flourishing of the skin, and so on. I wanted to improve because I did not feel comfortable having such a problem with something I know I had control over, but nobody told me that.      The majority of the people around me merely gave me a pat on the back, telling me that it's okay and that the body is merely ...