Tag: Writing
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Devlog 2: Learning to Pace Myself
Completed Tasks Lessons Learned I learned that I need to pace myself in developing this philosophy. There is so much I have already written and thought about that sometimes it makes me want to rush through it all. If I do that, it’ll come across like the ramblings of a mad man. (Even more than…
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Devlog 1: Gaining Confidence in My Project
It’s only been a week since I officially started building my philosophical system, but I’ve already developed a lot of clarity over my main argument and my confidence that I’m doing something valuable has grown. Front Page The front page of the website is done, for now. The good thing about an iterative system is…
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Why Nihilism?
Heartbreak When I was 16 years old, I fell in love and got my heart broken. Teenagers deal with their first heartbreak in many ways but I chose to deal with it by diving into philosophy and asking myself some deep questions: What is love? What is life? Why am I alive? What am I…
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Devlog 0: Officially Beginning My Philosophy Project
Brief Background I’ve been dabbling in philosophy since 2000, but the genesis of this project of developing philosophy like a software lies in 2018 when I found myself in the deepest and darkest depression of my life. Like Descartes, I started by giving up on everything I believed and starting from absolute zero. But this…
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Sitting in My Garden
The sun is warm on my neck. The wind is still chilly, coming down from mountain tops still covered in snow. The smell of dry earth is like a parched well, longing for rain. It’s a strange combination. When the wind dies down, the sun stings the back of my neck. When the wind picks…
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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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