how difficult it is to live an intentional life
Once upon a time I would start doomscrolling when I woke up. I realised it was causing mental fatigue way too early in the day, so I switched to writing morning pages…
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ringfencing my self
I remember reading somewhere that just few decades ago we lived in small communities, unconnected by the internet. We would only need to cope with the happenings of this small community, and…
obsessively compulsively thinking about death, loss and existence
Some time ago while reading a blog post on autism I learnt about the concept of existential OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder): Existential OCD involves intrusive, repetitive thinking about questions which cannot possibly…
drawing & painting as a form of meditation
I just started drawing and painting again last week after stopping for a couple of months. Since then I’ve been trying to do it more regularly, hoping to incorporate it as a…
practicing is also a practice
Most skills if not all requires practice. Recently I realised to be capable of the discipline and regularity that practicing needs, is a practicable skill too. We think of discipline as some inherent character…
the practice of entirely devoting your life to each and every thing that you encounter
Big Mind, then, is not a matter of meditating on some vast, floating, spatial dimension. Rather, it is the practice of entirely devoting your life to each and every thing that you encounter, no matter what it might be.
surprising myself with my self
I have always thought of myself as an open-minded person, but in recent years due to increasing self awareness I realised I can be very set in some patterns of my thinking,…
contemplating mortality & creative output
These days I’ve been re-examining my relationship to my life, and by extension: my relationships to this website, social media, etc. I know it doesn’t seem that way, but I self-censor a…
enriching our essence
There was this day when suddenly I felt guilty for reading. It felt like a guilty pleasure: something so idle, so static, like I was not doing anything productive or creative. After…