Albert Einstein’s: My Credo

I found this particularly interesting.Reading “my credo” made me realize that scholars and knowledgeable people can be religious. In this piece, Einstein gave a different perspective on religiousness: mystery. To him, wondering about mysterious things in life like, I assume, a person’s life purpose and reason for existing in this world, equals religiousness. He goes further to say that a person who does not wonder about the mystery of life and its purpose is dead or blind as far as his opinion is concerned!

I cannot believe that Einstein once wondered about the purpose of life at a spiritual level. I have been curiously fascinated by the same philosophy he was advocating for in “my credo”. The only difference is that my search for my life’s purpose and conclusion for the ultimate goal of life itself, including the reason why I personally came to be in this world,is still ongoing and I have not made any findings yet. I guess one has to live their life to the fullest to get answers to the mysteries of life. One has to learn,experince,observe and grow to be able to arrive at the truth of life.

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The Magic Ingredients of a Novel – Part 2 — All Write – Fiction Advice

Part 1 of the magic ingredients of a novel looked at things like plot, subplots, themes, conflict, emotion and characterisation – all common elements that are vital to any good story. This second part will look at six more crucial elements that authors should ensure are present within their novels if they want to impress agents…

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Bookworms Are So My Type

Some girls love hunks who are well-built and popular. Some want successful men who are rich, tall, manly or whatever it is that does not go two inches beneath outer appearance and social status. I, on the other hand, have found myself drooling over guys who are bookworms! Yes, you heard me right! I love a guy who can appreciate a good book. I am drawn to guys whose hobby involves reading and/or writing. To me such guys are hot even if their looks are not so attractive. I am attracted to the confidence and the brains. The smarter the better. A guy who can speak in public without fidgeting and who is well-read excites all my senses! I cannot resist such a man. I am a bookworm myself. I love to write and intellectually stimulating philosophy makes me squirm with pleasure. If my guy could be delighting in the same pleasures I do, I will be so glad. You see I believe after the initial excitement ends when you are dating your significant other, reality pops in with a blow! What your partner does in their free time suddenly becomes an important factor in your relationship because it will dictate how you guys spend your life when you are not at work or school. Are you compatible outside of romance? Do you share the same interests? If you would like to spend your holidays traveling and exploring new worlds, would he rather stay behind and lounge in his man cave? I want my guy to want the same things I want. It may seem boring to most people, yes! But apparently that is what makes me happy.

I want a guy who enjoys reading a novel, watching the amazing race,has an active blog or two, gets giddy and excited over philosophy, enjoys watching k-dramas and chinese dramas, loves camping and sailing. If I could get a guy who loved philosophy and writing, I would still be happy. I am ready to compromise on the rest. Someone once said that they needed to feel attracted to someone physically to be with them intimately. However, I have observed that what is important to me is intellectual stimulation rather than physical looks and has more to do with a guy’s reading list than his biceps. If a guy stimulates my mind with his mind, I can overlook appearance without a second thought! In fact, I hardly see ugly in a person who successfully manages to sweep my brains away with his smarts. Instead I see him as handsome and attractive equal to his intelligence and confidence! To me, a guy’s level of intelligence and creativity is directly proportional to his attractiveness. The more creative and intelligent he is, the more attractive he will look to me.

I Am Dating Myself This Valentine’s Day

I took myself out to dinner for Valentine’s Day and I could not have been happier! I had nothing fancy, just a plate of french fries and Prawns Scampi that came with a delicious mayonnaise dip on the side! I had a banana chocolate shake with my food and totally relaxed my otherwise stiff shoulders as soothing instrumental music played in the background. The lighting was dim and just right for me because I find bright light too headachey for my eyes. I enjoyed my dinner and as I dipped my fries and prawns in the mayo, I thought how amazingly refreshing taking yourself out to dinner is; you get to enjoy your own company without the pressure that comes with trying to please or impress your date. Taking yourself out for a date is way better than bringing along someone who might dislike the way you chew or keep on staring at your mouth the whole time or whatever weird elses another person seated across from you is likely to do.

I find that there is no better time for self love than Valentine’s Day! Because this day is specially celebrated for lovers, I find that it makes perfect timing for some personal TLC. Afterall, if you cannot learn to love your own company, you would hardly appreciate the company of others.

I Am Not A Child Anymore

Today I made an enlightening observation about my subconscious self! I observed that I have always seen myself as “that child who got a neglectful,miserable,directionless early childhood.” I was a helpless,neglected child, yes! But that sad image of a child trying out her mother’s clothes before a mirror in an empty house after ransacking her mother’s wardrobe in a frenzy of freedo-excitement, the kind Jerry feels when Tom is away; the thrilling excitement to invade every space in the house, never left me when I turned eighteen! Somehow, subconsciously, I have seen myself in every child. That explains why I was drawn to love International Child Law above everything else in my four years of Law, because I believed children needed someone to stand up for them when they are helpless because they have no voice of their own(atleast was my case). My gloomy childhood made me empathize with every suffering, lonely, neglected and abused child in the world. When I read about Adrian Jones in the news and the abuse he was made to endure at the hands of the two people who were meant to love and care for him the most, I cried so hard that I almost cursed human beings out of existence! There is no way I could see a child crying without feeling pain equal to that of being stabbed in the gut! I wanted to open an orphanage. I wanted to help every child live a happy life. I saw myself as the defender of children all over the world! I even wrote a dissertation about street children just because I could not stomach seeing homeless children in the streets of Nairobi.I felt someone needed to act and quickly at that!

In short,in my mind, I was still that child who got little of what she was supposed to have ,which was a loving, caring family, but instead got plenty of what any child in the world was never supposed to be subjected to,neglect, neglect, and more neglect!

The child was my glasses,my perspective and my paradigm. I woud look at and react to everything in school,romantic relationships and friendships as this severely disappointed child who got tired of being let down over and over again by the people who were meant to love and nurture her, that she lost faith in people’s capacity to be compassionate, considerate and kind; the type of kindness that does not conceal personal interest at my expense,manipulation or exploitation.

Because I was so tired of being let down as a child, I became reactive instead of proactive. Whenever I felt put in that spot I was always in as that child: dismissed, disregarded,belittled or ignored, I would react desperately, as if to pay forall those times I was voiceless and could not even squeak in my own favor whenever my needs and interests as a child were dismissed without a careful consideration of my physical, emotional and psychological wellbeing and development!

Whenever I reacted to situations that took me back to that child,I was judged too harshly by some who were strangers to me, but excused by those who walked my journey with me and understood me.

So this eye-opening realization I made which was that I was still that child inside and have been so despite being an adult and moving on in life, is a big deal to me because it helps me make a paradigm shift. I count this realization as one of those major milestones in my life which have the potential to change the course of events affecting my life in the present and future.

To start with I am going to learn to let go of that child or atleast stop making her the lens through which I look at life. I will do this by doing an imaginery initiation ceremony in my mind officially, mentally recognizing myself as an adult. I will recognize my childhood trauma and the fact that I am sad over having a less-than childhood experience but most importantly I will tell myself that I was not the only child of divorce who faced hardship at the guardianship of a bipolar single parent, but that there are millions of children like me everyday and some have way worse situations. I want to emphasize that personal success is as possible for children of divorce as much as it is for children who come from functional families. What are my thoughts about marriage and kids? Well, I believe having gone through what I went through as a child will make me a committed mother and parent and nothing will come first except my children and their wellbeing.

The Magic Ingredients of a Novel – Part 1 — All Write – Fiction Advice

It’s hard to define what makes any novel work. It’s quite a subjective subject – what one person likes is what another person doesn’t, and what works for one agent/publisher may not work for another. Most often it’s down to the content of a novel that really counts.Writers can help their odds of an acceptance…

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There Is A Human Being Behind Every Mother

Today I was rearranging stuff in my wardrobe and I came across two photo albums containing old photos of my mum when she was beautiful, healthy and stress-free. I felt more connected with her than I have ever been. It was as if I was living her life in the photos; as if I understood the meaning behind each facial expression and smile. How did she end up like this? I did not get to see this wonderful, blissful, ever-smiling and gorgeous woman that I am seeing before my eyes. I feel as if I am seeing her for the first time. Something tells me that this is my real mum whom I have not had the honor to meet and get to know. I feel as if I missed out a great deal.

With tears in my eyes I wished that mum returns to her happy self. I want to see my mum happy and healthy like she was in this photograph. I was not lucky enough to meet this lady. I met a severely stressed woman who had had just enough of disappointments in one lifetime, that she lost her old self somewhere along the way and never got to find her. I feel for her and I am ashamed of myself for failing to understand her journey. I am disappointed in myself for judging her too harshly without knowing what she had had to face or the hardships that kept her crying through the nights. The tears that might have fallen down her cheeks as she hid them so that I could not see. How could I ever judge her when I did not live her life! Going through the albums was a huge eye-opener for me. Seeing her in every stage of her life made me realize that she is not just a mum, but that she is a human being, just like me, with dreams and disappointments,with good days and bad days. I do not like labels. When someone is labeled as a mother, it comes with expectations. A mother should be this or that. I expect a lot from someone who went through so much which I could hardly comprehend or imagine. I made an astounding realization: I do not know my mum. Yes! I do not know her at all! I do not understand her as a person. I never saw past the label, I never saw the human being desperately trying to hang on to her happier old self behind her station as my mother. This is where I went wrong.

Look at me calmly sleeping in her arm. How dare I focus only on her failures and not on that warm and reassuaring embrace?! Shame on me! How would I feel if one day I should have children and they judge me without giving me the benefit of the doubt? I want to take this time to pray for my mum. God please restore her health and beauty and smile. Make her happy and mentally strong. Amin.

How to Live a Happy Life: 10 Things to Say Yes to Starting Today — The Positivity Blog – Practical Happiness Tips

“Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.”Marcus Aurelius “Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.”Abraham Lincoln “If you want happiness for an hour — take a nap.If you want happiness for a day — go fishing.If…

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