Author: Rudya
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Week 2 Update: I was Constipated
The project I had chosen for week 1 of my 42nd year was a creative non-fiction essay on smoking. It went well and I finished it on time. The article might not be as good as I was hoping but I did finish it. I don’t know if I’ll just publish it on my blog…
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Oblivion
Lying on the bedjust waiting for the day to endA lonely ember in my handreminding me all that I pretend Smoke rising aimlesslyto meet my dreams at the ceilingMy heart is still beatingthough hopelessly devoid of any feeling I close my eyesand imagine that nothing existsbut even in oblivionmy temptations are hard to resist Only…
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Humans were Born to Run
Today in the morning, I woke up and put on my brand new running shoes and running windcheater and went for a run after many years. Say what you want about consumerism, but having new stuff can act as a powerful motivator. I ran on the four lane highway right above our house because that’s…
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Happy Birthday to Me
This is it guys. I did it. Woohoo! I completed another year on this here planet. What an achievement! You know, there was a moment last year where time stopped and it wouldn’t move forward and I didn’t know if I would be able to complete the year or not but then I pushed really…
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Fighting the Cult of Productivity
In a couple of days, I’ll turn 41 years old. As I prepare to start my 42nd trip around the sun, I’m trying to come up with a time management system that sits well with my philosophy and doesn’t repeat the same mistakes I always make, as I talked about in my last post on…
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I Wrote a Philosophy Book
(And Realized I’m Not Really a Philosopher) I’ve been working on my philosophy for a while now. I’ve approached it in a few different ways. First, I wanted to redefine Nihilism, because that’s kind of the closest philosophical term that I can think of, for my philosophy. Then I came up with my own term…
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Changes
Things are changing again. I’m going through a bit of a negative phase and it’s frustrating because I thought I had gotten over that phase. But change is the only constant and there’s just no way to continue on a path that you don’t believe in anymore. I wish I could just choose a path…
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