I’ve thought for some time now that, if I were to get a tattoo, I would get one of the Ouroboros. You’ve probably seen it, even if you don’t recognise the name off the top of your head. You know, it’s the image of the snake eating its own tail. Yes, I know: it sounds…

What I’m about to say is, in all honesty, incredibly personal and pertinent to me even as I write this, so it’ll likely be quite some time before anybody even has the opportunity to read what I’m about to say. Still, I thought I ought to write it all down because, if my sixth grade…

I want to wrestle with my conscience a wee bit. You see, the other day I was on my way home from picking up a pizza for dinner when I was stopped in the street by someone who asked for a slice. Naturally, I thought this to be a very strange thing to ask of…

Breakfast is said to be the most important meal of the day, but what is breakfast? Aside from (incidentally) being my least favourite meal, most people would split the word in two and say that breakfast is when you break the fast. It is the first meal of your day. But what if, hypothetically, I…

People like to complain about work, and I can understand why. For many (if not all) of us, it is frustrating since it is often something we find ourselves needing to do rather than wanting to do. Common quips about having a “9-to-5” reflect this attitude: a person is certainly more than what they do!…

Years ago, my mother was looking through a book of letters written by some famous author and felt inspired to write me one. Amongst the many things she said, she lamented the fact that letter-writing is a dying art. While our means of communication are far more convenient nowadays, letters generally required that more thought…

I live in a mansion. That’s what I tell people, anyway. Technically, it’s the truth. I do live in a mansion, but it’s not actually my mansion. To be completely honest, I have a room in a mansion, and I share the place with something like 24 other people. The mansion itself is actually a…

What’s the stereotpical question that a child would ask? For me, when I think of kids asking questions, the first one that comes to mind is this: “Why is the sky blue?” Kids are stereotypically curious about the world and the way it works, sometimes to the point of annoyance. But that’s alright. Though we…

I owe perhaps more to one philosopher than any other: René Descartes. When I read his first two meditations on philosophy, I was an 18 year old freshly committed to getting his life on track after all of his antics from the high school years prior. I had no idea what I was going to…