10 Uchenna Ilo Something out of Nothing May When we have nothing to write about, 'nothing' becomes an object that we have, which then makes it possible to write about 'nothing'. We start with definitions and move on to characteristics and dimensions, before concluding with further questions. We write about the meaning of nothing and how we got to the state of having nothing to write about. We write extensively on the emotions that we feel when there is nothing to write about. We try to explain through abstract models and frameworks where
When we have nothing to write about, 'nothing' becomes an object that we have, which then makes it possible to write about 'nothing'. We start with definitions and move on to characteristics and dimensions, before concluding with further questions. We write about the meaning of nothing and how we got to the state of having nothing to write about. We write extensively on the emotions that we feel when there is nothing to write about. We try to explain through abstract models and frameworks where
10 Uchenna Ilo Never run after people May We run after the people that don't want us and disparage the people who want us. The irony of life that keeps us never content with what we have. What's with this conditioning of mind that never lets us rest? My limited journey through life has revealed to me that the greatest challenge we face in our quest for happiness and peace of mind is finding the right partner to spend the rest of our lives with; that's if we even have to do it at all because everything is socially constructed, including
We run after the people that don't want us and disparage the people who want us. The irony of life that keeps us never content with what we have. What's with this conditioning of mind that never lets us rest? My limited journey through life has revealed to me that the greatest challenge we face in our quest for happiness and peace of mind is finding the right partner to spend the rest of our lives with; that's if we even have to do it at all because everything is socially constructed, including
10 Uchenna Ilo Deep dark questions May Trembling hands as we write. Who have we wronged? Philosophy is only an explanation of how we view this life we live. How many friends have we abandoned? How many have abandoned us? Is there a time for everything or do we create these times? Decisions are hard to make. How many people do we hold a grudge against? How many people do we hate to hear their names? Do their names or even photos bring anguish to your soul? What is all this soul business about? Time keeps ticking without a single care
Trembling hands as we write. Who have we wronged? Philosophy is only an explanation of how we view this life we live. How many friends have we abandoned? How many have abandoned us? Is there a time for everything or do we create these times? Decisions are hard to make. How many people do we hold a grudge against? How many people do we hate to hear their names? Do their names or even photos bring anguish to your soul? What is all this soul business about? Time keeps ticking without a single care
10 Uchenna Ilo Reflective philosophy May Reflecting on the nightmares of yesteryears when we were invisible and now they wonder how we turned to philosophers. Bundled from one spiritual house to the other, the pain never ceases to accumulate. Living in the same cupboard with our skeletons, our tears never dries. Bottled up emotions begging to be released, with dreams rumbling in our bellies and those screams in the middle of the night. Those cold nights when we cried blood, loneliness was the only one there to comfort us. When fear
Reflecting on the nightmares of yesteryears when we were invisible and now they wonder how we turned to philosophers. Bundled from one spiritual house to the other, the pain never ceases to accumulate. Living in the same cupboard with our skeletons, our tears never dries. Bottled up emotions begging to be released, with dreams rumbling in our bellies and those screams in the middle of the night. Those cold nights when we cried blood, loneliness was the only one there to comfort us. When fear
