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Who the hell are you?!!

The Disappearing Body Consider for a moment that you are not what you think you are. You believe you are a solid thing. A person. A body that walks, eats, breathes, and will one day die. This seems obvious. This seems beyond question. But let us question it anyway. Let us take your body apart. Not violently. Gently. Piece by piece, layer by layer, until there is nothing left to hold onto. --- The Body You Call Yours Look down at yourself. Your arms. Your legs. Your chest. Your stomach. Solid flesh, you think. Real. Tangible. But everything you see is in constant motion. Your heart is pumping. Your lungs are expanding. Your cells are dividing, dying, being replaced. Even your bones, which feel so permanent, are breaking down and rebuilding themselves every single day. You are not a solid object. You are a process. A river of replacing parts. A temporary shape that matter keeps flowing through. Now let us follow that matter inward. --- The Meals You Have Eaten Every part of your body was...

The aversion at first sight!!

I don't know why. I walk into a room. I see a face. Something in me turns. Not slowly. All at once. A shutter closing. A door locking. A voice that does not speak but knows. Reject. Stay away. Do not engage. Eighty percent. Maybe more. The faces blur into a crowd of something I cannot name. Asshole. Maniac. Egotist. The words come before I can stop them. Not spoken. Felt. A wave of aversion so strong it almost knocks me back. I used to feel guilty. Who am I to judge? What gives me the right to reject someone before they have said a single word? I thought I was broken. I thought the problem was me. I thought I needed to fix myself. To be more open. More accepting. More loving. Then I ignored the feeling. I went close to a few of them. The ones my body rejected at first sight. I gave them a chance. I told myself I was being unfair. I told myself everyone deserves to be seen. I learned the hard way. They were exactly what my body knew they were. Assholes. Built of asshole stuff. Every...

Just for you and me!

For the weak hearted. This is not for you, the successful corporate climbing the ladder with your eyes on the next rung. This is not for you, the hard core politician measuring your power in votes and fear. This is not for you, the focused high paid doctor who has traded your humanity for a specialty. This is not for you, the knowledgeable PhD holder who has mistaken information for wisdom. This is not for you, the proficient writer who has learned to arrange words but forgotten how to bleed. This is not for you, the singer with the sweetest voice whose songs have never once cracked with real pain. This is not for the great and the privileged. This is not for the preachers and gurus. This is not for the status quo. This is for you. Not because you have suffered everything bad in this universe. Not because you had lonely sleepless nights and restless days. Not because you slept hungry. Not because you were ignored, blamed, stumbled upon. Not because you are an underdog. Not because you ...

Give up!!

Give up. Everyone says the opposite. Don't give up. Don't quit. Fight the battle. Hold the line. Push through. They have turned struggle into a religion and exhaustion into a virtue. They have convinced you that the clenched fist is the only respectable posture. That dropping your arms means losing. That surrender is for the weak. I say unto you. Give up. There is nothing you can do. Not because you are powerless. Because the fight you are fighting is not real. Look at your hands. Your fists are clenched. Your teeth are clenched. Your jaw is a vise. Your shoulders are up near your ears. Your nerves are stretched like rubber bands about to snap. You have been like this for years. Decades. Maybe your whole life. What is the point? You have to breathe out to take the next breath. You cannot hold your breath forever. The body will force you to release. That is not failure. That is physiology. The lungs empty. The diaphragm relaxes. The air leaves. Then and only then does new air en...

You are deluded!

Delusion Is Reality! The world is not what you think it is. That table you see? Mostly empty space. That color red? Doesn't exist outside your brain. That solid ground beneath your feet? 99.9999% nothing. And yet you walk. You touch. You believe. What if I told you that delusion is not a bug in human perception — but the very thing we call reality? Let me take you on a journey through wave theory and quantum fields. --- The Illusion of Solid Here's something that sounds impossible but is actually physics. An atom is 99.9999% empty space. If you removed the empty space from every atom in your body, you would fit into a speck of dust smaller than a grain of salt. So why don't you fall through the floor? Because of electromagnetic forces. The electrons in your feet repel the electrons in the floor. You're not touching anything. You're floating, very slightly, above everything you think you're touching. Your entire experience of "solid" — the chair beneath...

The Gold Rush!!

2005. I was searching for easy money. Not because I was lazy. Because the nine to five felt like a slow death. Sitting in a chair. Watching a clock. Exchanging hours for rupees that disappeared before the next month arrived. There had to be another way. Something faster. Something that did not require a degree or a resume or a manager who looked at you like you were replaceable. I found the internet. Not the internet of today. The slower internet. The one that loaded in pieces. The one where you had to wait for images to resolve. But it had something the physical world did not. Listings. Claims. Promises. People writing from far away places about large quantities of gold. Private miners in and around Africa. Small operations. Local people. Men who had dug into the earth and found something precious and did not know how to sell it to the world. The price difference was huge. I do not remember the exact figures. But I remember the gap. What the miners wanted. What the buyers would pay. T...

Happiness or Dopamine?

Happiness Is Not Equal to Dopamine We have been sold a lie. The lie says: feel good = be happy. More pleasure = more happiness. Chase the dopamine = chase the life. Scrolling feels good. Buying feels good. Sugar feels good. Validation feels good. A new purchase feels good. A liked photo feels good. A notification feels good. But feeling good is not the same as being happy. And confusing the two is why so many of us feel exhausted, empty, and hungry for something we can't name — even when we're constantly consuming things that should make us "feel good." Let me explain. --- What Dopamine Actually Is Dopamine is not a happiness chemical. That's a myth repeated by influencers who have never read a neuroscience paper. Here's what dopamine actually does: it drives wanting, not liking. Dopamine is released when you anticipate a reward, not necessarily when you receive it. It's the chemical of more. It's the chemical of next. It's the chemical of not yet ...