Tag: existential crisis
Resentment
Resentment, like many strong and catalytic emotions, feels unnecessarily negative and complex sometimes. One may wish to be completely without it or so live with a particular kind of guilt. The feeling of resentment is deeply rooted in one’s centre, similar to a heartache, but much more subtle and numbing; it is despise mixed seamlessly…
Metaphysical hunger
“It is from Plato that we inherit two basic lines of thinking about the body, which I will oversimplify here for the sake of argument. The first is that philosophy consists in the pursuit of truth, which is attained through thinking, and analogous to erotic desire. Second, this pursuit is hindered rather than helped by…
On intellectual work
“Do you want to do intellectual work? Begin by creating within you a zone of silence, a habit of recollection, a will to renunciation and detachment which puts you entirely at the disposal of the work; acquire that state of soul unburdened by desire and self-will which is the state of grace of the intellectual…
Learning changes
The way we learn changes. As I prepared for a presentation, I looked at my notes in which the first couple of pages differed drastically from the more recent ones. Those beginnings barely resembled an academic study. I remember that it was a few weeks into this particular graduate course that I realised how I…
Pretty musings that are apparently untitled
One glimpse at the overwhelming finitude that is day-to-day life is more than enough for a never-ending stream of writing. That, in part, seems to lead to a hesitation to write—as an idea, there seems to be just so much to write about and starting is, therefore, an impossible venture; do I begin chronologically or…
Not absurdism
The idea that the enframing of technology is pithy for our existential wisdom is becoming clearer, though I am unsure whether I still agree with the thought of its dangers. I realised, upon putting down my phone after searching through Instagram quickly after having been ‘pinged’ by a Messenger notification, that if one does not…
Engineering
I engineer my poetry They need not feelings, proper art, true humanity They consist only of words pretending to have some substance—I like playing with letters seriously Words I can never get a hold of in tangible reality how fast do the distant hearts beat in juxtaposition to each other and what other sensations can…
Sundays
On Sundays, I think about finitude. As I look at all the things that I need to do, want to do, have to do, should have done, etc., I come face to face with the humanity I could easily ignore some other days. Some other days much busier, it makes sense to not be able…
Nature/nurture
Just a few minutes ago, I felt like I was about to crash into concrete—the feeling was that of free-falling, but slower, almost as if I would have only enough time for being fully conscious of the inevitable crash and that I do not seem to have it in me to find a way out.…
Bágay-bágay
Mangungulila tayo sa mga bagay-bagay na habambuhay ay atin naman lagi’t lagi’t naririto, pumapalagay lagi’t lagi’y sinasantabi, sumasaglit, sumasandali—mga bagay na nililimot, binibitawan mga bagay na hindi mapakawalan. Mangungulila tayo sa mga mithiin na dating gumagabay, yumayakap sa atin narito na naman tayo sa punto ng pagtatanto at mangyaring pagpili sa mga bagay na nililimot,…