Questioning My Quest for Knowledge

October 7, 2011 / Philosophy, Psychology / 8 Comments

I’ve always been an inquisitive child. My bedtime story books were primarily encyclopedias. It’s not out of tiger mother coercion. It was simply the thrill and joy of knowing how the world worked. I loved learning about the stars, the plates beneath the Earth, the times before mankind dominated the world. Into my teens, I…


What is the Meaning of Life and Other Thoughts

April 9, 2011 / Psychology / 17 Comments

I’ve always wondered what’s the point of roaming the earth to do crap you don’t really derive any pleasure from like studying or working. So much suffering is associated with living that you’re driven to find some sort of meaning to justify your existence — be it in the form of senseless partying, shopping or…