Tag: Writing
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Resisting the Trap of Doing Too Much Too Soon
I know it’s only been 4 or 5 days since I started applying this philosophically derived planning and management system, but I’m already feeling good about it. It’s the right balance of having a plan while still being flexible enough to deal with life. Like today was the Champions Trophy final between India and New…
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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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Timetables and Me
When I was in highschool, a teacher was lecturing us on time management and asked if any of us made timetables to manage our time. I had just started making timetables and in my excitement I raised my hand without thinking about whether or not I wanted to share my routine with the entire class.…
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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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Smoking with The Devil
“I must inhale some nicotine into my lungs right now or I’ll turn into a homicidal maniac,” I apologized to Mrs. Goldman, the hostess. She dismissed the statement as just another self-effacing joke but if she had bothered to read even one of my books, she would know that the homicidal tendencies ran deep within…
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Morning Sun
I like the sunrays in the morning, peeking out from behind the buildings. It’s soft now, but soon it will turn harsh. Enjoy it while you can.
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Loneliness
The high pitched ringing in the earsof someone who has tinnitus Damp bedsheets hung out to dryon a cloudy day Cold stale rice from the day before A cold steel knife pressed against my neck A dusty chair,sitting against the wall of an unfinished house
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Rudya Aditya 