I am an introvert, sometimes with a lot to say, but most of which goes unsaid. This blog post is an extremely simplified version of some of the things I have been thinking about since my spring break trip to Israel last week. While I could write about the country’s history, the Israel-Palestinian conflict, the…… Continue reading We Are So Small
If I have learned one thing from my statistics class so far this semester it is this: nothing in life is certain. We can try and measure probabilities for elections, whether it will rain, whether we are going to do well on a test, or whether we will get a certain job. But more often…… Continue reading What If I’m Wrong?
From New York, to now London, I am constantly reminded by how many people we are on this earth. In megacities like these, I can hardly walk down any given street without seeing another human. We are so many people now, that we are starting to ruin what could be considered nice human experiences. Things…… Continue reading We are Too Many People
It’s not easy to move. Beside the actual act of packing and moving, it’s emotionally tiring. Saying bye to coworkers and friends, not knowing the next time you will see each other again is hard. People with whom you have created a little world together. I like to trick myself into thinking it’s more like…… Continue reading Goodbye, My Dear New York Friends
I was getting nervous about the nonsense. My mind was moving quickly, jumping from idea to idea. My past, my future…what am I doing with my life? About a week ago, I didn’t feel quite right. Chills, stomach ache, and then, I puked all over myself. All over my bed. My bedroom slippers sticky with…… Continue reading After You Have Thrown Up On Yourself
Imagine that your friends were plants in a garden, and you were the gardener. If you spend more time with them, then the closer you can watch them grow. If you give them more water (or time), then the more they can flourish. If you get rid of more weeds (aka bad friends), then there…… Continue reading Tending to Your Friendships, Like You Would a Garden
The Taj Mahal has a love story behind it, as many of the best stories in history do… The Mughal emperor (#5) Shah Jahan’s wife Mumtaz Mahal, the favorite of his three wives, died in 1631 during childbirth of their 14th child. Shah Jahan was so devastated by her death that he built the Taj Mahal…… Continue reading Driven By Love – – The Taj Mahal