Katabasis is a word that’s been echoing in my mind. My lips look for any excuse to slip it into conversation. Katabasis is the Greek word for ‘going down’ or ‘descent’. In mythology and literature, it is often descriptive of a journey into the underworld, a descent into darkness where a person is confronted with hell.

I think this is something missing in today’s life. The adventure of it alone, then inviting someone to go on it with you as you observe the person’s reaction to things you experienced before them. I imagine having kids is like introducing someone to a CD you like, then watching them enjoy everything you experienced and hoping their reaction is like yours…

It feels like the only thing that has stood the test of time is professional sports. I can’t see AI replacing Eben Etzebeth. Just saying. The outcome in sport is unpredictable. Just like in life.There is always a way for the underdog to win.

Just think about it through the eyes of a romantic storyteller: God, all-powerful, is fighting not to prove His strength, but to restrain it so that you have the free will to love Him or not...

We spend days just wishing our lives away. I don't want that anymore. Do you? The big question is: how do we change that? We can’t quit our jobs, because we don’t have another way of earning an income. Most people don't have savings to fall back on. So, how do we wake up in the morning and not wish the day away?

The day we stopped passing notes in class was the day communication died, and trust in our fellow citizens got questioned; accountability became the stuff of legends. One of the core things we needed to learn was how to speak. The reason was so that we could communicate our needs and desires. Fast forward a couple of years and we learn to read and write. The reason was so that we could communicate without sound and to leave behind information for the next generation. But for

It felt like I was a dog chasing its own tail. It looks fun. Even promising. But we’ll only find out when I bite it! We all know how that turns out. The strange thing is, during the chase, we can’t see the difficulty we’ll put ourselves through.

There is no bigger heartbreak than a seven-year-old boy finding out his thirteen-year-old crush has a boyfriend. It is the first step in learning that the only thing that can change the outcome of the situation is if you were born earlier. No biggie...

When you put any group of people who don’t speak the same language together in a room, you won’t be able to avoid irritation, frustration, and especially miscommunication. With all languages, things may get lost in translation. Therefore, we need to learn how to interpret properly.

When I was a younger man, writing was something I wanted to do. The funny part of that sentence is not me attempting to be a writer, but me referring to myself as a younger man.

With the increase in energy prices across the world, I see people trying to find ways to generate more income. Most of the approaches center around finding a hobby or skill that can be leveraged in the hope of making more money. I do not think adding more tasks to your plate should be the first way to increase your income in hard times. Take into account I am not a financial advisor, an economist or a therapist. I am just a normal guy with some thoughts that could be helpful.

If thoughts of the future and past fail to grab us, entertainment will work its way into the equation. We become distracted by colours that never make pictures and sounds that never form a melody. We are drawn to the ingredients of great and meaningful art, but never get the satisfaction of seeing the finished product.

I wonder if the environment can change the way we perceive the beauty of a flower. I mean, if the flower is placed in the pocket of a suit, it stands out and its beauty is magnified. But if the same flower is given to a florist, will its beauty disappear in comparison to the other flowers, or will it reinforce and complement the flowers the florist placed alongside it?

I just think maybe making a mud pie for God is more valuable than whatever the hell I am trying to do now. My life as a living sacrifice is anything but that. I am Cain, and I wish to be more like Abel so I can bring my mud pies to God and have Him find pleasure in my offering.