30 & The Ethics of Ambiguity

It has been a really long time since I last wrote anything. If memory serves me correctly, it would’ve been almost 13 years ago, back in 2006 or 2007 when I began blogging, back when that was really the only social media at that time. Friendster had just started to take off, while Facebook slowly began to become more and more popular. These days, Facebook was not really the place to post pictures or write long prose. It was more a place where we all played silly games.

Last year, I turned 30. At times, time could be felt seemingly rather fleeting, moving fast and slow, jagged and smooth, uneven pace nonetheless. I have long realised that my two passions in life is really reading and writing.

For a long time I have abandoned these two hobbies of mine. Life happened, as they say.

When I watch movies or series on Netflix, there’s a deep yearning within me, longing for something with more substance.

Humanity has lived for thousands of years. It would be a sheer waste if I don’t take the time, to learn as much as I can from these great men and women of the past.

A few days ago, I finished reading The Ethics of Ambiguity, by Simone de Beauvoir. It was a rather difficult read for me, but I was adamant to try finishing it regardless.

Perhaps she would be something like Camus, maybe a few years down the road. I hated it the first time I read The Stranger, a couple of years ago. When I read it for the second time, a few months ago, what a revelation.

We all change, in tiny little ways that we may not realise. Change for the better, always.

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