So the other day, I started playing Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. It was widely considered as one of the best games ever being published, if not the best.

The main area that was shared by most reviewers were how revolutionary its open world concept was. There was no one way of reaching the final battle, you could do it in less than 40 minutes, or spend hours and hours being mesmerised into the beautiful landscapes of Hyrule.

That has got me thinking. Yes BOTW was a revolutionary game, but what is game if not a miniature of life? A larger than life depiction, of well, life.

Our life is mostly an open world to us, to explore, to walk, to climb, to see, to smell, to taste everything that we ever want to. Yes we can’t fly (yet!), or climb endlessly up the mountain, without any gears, but there are plenty of things that we can do.

Men are limited to what we constrain ourselves to. What do we want in life? To only do the major quest of defeating Calamity Ganon, and ignore all the minor quests? Or to actually savour the little things that life has to offer?

We can “fly”, “swim”, “paraglide” to wherever we want to, so long as we put our minds towards it.


The other day I was scrolling through YouTube aimlessly. Like a wind that suddenly swept through, a thought came to mind. I often try to read Philosophy books, but more often than not, reading them take ages.

Most Philosophers are hard to read, with the only exception, perhaps being Bertrand Russel. So I was searching for some Philosophy videos on YouTube. Lo and behold, I was actually quite surprised to see some really high quality videos.

Most of them were rather short, 5-10 minutes duration. A few minutes of watching those, I fell adrift.

Falling asleep at 9pm these days, that’s a rarity. Never thought such videos would be a really good sleeping aid. πŸ™‚

Equilibrium is an illusion

Economic theories are rife with the illusion of equilibrium; a steady state where things seem to be at ease with everything else. I am currently reading this book called Complexity: The Emerging Science at the Edge of Order and Chaos, by M. Mitchell Waldrop.

It’s a rather an interesting book, the fact that it took ages for an economist to go against the orthodoxy of the day, to fight against the tide, the norm.

What if equilibrium is indeed is an illusion? A steady state means stale, not-moving, static. It is the complete opposite of what life is. It is messy, tedious, dynamic and hard to predict. Crafting hypothesis on inaccurate assumptions could lead us towards making decision that may not be the most efficient.

We are alive, we feel alive, precisely because all of this complexity of what life has to offer. Every little things that we face on a day-to-day basis, it all adds up to what our life sums up to.

Ignorance breeds indifference. To see the life in a different way, we only need to change the lenses of our eye-glasses. To understand the different perspectives of other people, we need to read, observe, empathise and drown ourselves within the concepts.

Every second, every minute, every day and every moment there ever is, to do right is worth sacrificing everything else.

The only life worth living, is the one where we won’t regret any second of it. We ain’t perfect, we will never be, but ambiguity gives us the power to exert change within us, however small, however tiny, so long as there’s a little room of improvement somewhere, each day, it’s worth living for.

β€œThe notion of ambiguity must not be confused with that of absurdity. To declare that existence is absurd is to deny that it can ever be given a meaning; so to say it is ambiguous is to assert that it’s meaning is never fixed, that it must be constantly won. Absurdity challenges every ethics; but also the finished rationalization of the real would leave no room for ethics; it is because man’s condition is ambiguous that he seeks, through failure & outrageousness, to save his existence.”

Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity

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.