Category Archives: Epiphanies

The Meaning of Liff (Epiphany # 5: Priorities)

Cars. Clouds. A siren. Doors open and close. Someone is sweeping. I’m sitting with a pen in hand, hoping it’ll magically make me happier than I am. And only in the hoping, there is happiness. Because everything we build around

The Meaning of Liff (Epiphany # 5: Priorities)

Cars. Clouds. A siren. Doors open and close. Someone is sweeping. I’m sitting with a pen in hand, hoping it’ll magically make me happier than I am. And only in the hoping, there is happiness. Because everything we build around

How To Be Rebellious (Epiphany #4: Who am I?)

In the late 1920’s, when it was a taboo for women in America to smoke, George Hill, the then-president of the American Tobacco Company, had a request for his friend, Edward Bernays. Bernays, known for introducing the concept of Public

How To Be Rebellious (Epiphany #4: Who am I?)

In the late 1920’s, when it was a taboo for women in America to smoke, George Hill, the then-president of the American Tobacco Company, had a request for his friend, Edward Bernays. Bernays, known for introducing the concept of Public

Anyone want to trade consciences with me? (Epiphany #3: It’s a trick.)

Sometimes I feel tormented by the thought that I might never find something meaningful enough to do with my life. So I find little ‘meaningful’ things to do every now and then, hoping that I’ll find something I like as well

Anyone want to trade consciences with me? (Epiphany #3: It’s a trick.)

Sometimes I feel tormented by the thought that I might never find something meaningful enough to do with my life. So I find little ‘meaningful’ things to do every now and then, hoping that I’ll find something I like as well

Narcissus Repents (Epiphany #2: Falling in love for the ‘wrong’ reasons)

We’re born with an odd proportion sense of idealism. Odd because there’s no idealism. No, we’re born naked. And that’s about it. For some reason though, we get hit on the head several times during our growth, and we discover

Narcissus Repents (Epiphany #2: Falling in love for the ‘wrong’ reasons)

We’re born with an odd proportion sense of idealism. Odd because there’s no idealism. No, we’re born naked. And that’s about it. For some reason though, we get hit on the head several times during our growth, and we discover

Ozymandias Retrospects (Epiphany #1: Non-life is death?!)

Death doesn’t smell very nice. Skips showers, I bet. It stopped by yesterday to visit a neighbour. And when my neighbour realised, he told his wife he wanted to change his clothes, so he could talk to Death privately. When

Ozymandias Retrospects (Epiphany #1: Non-life is death?!)

Death doesn’t smell very nice. Skips showers, I bet. It stopped by yesterday to visit a neighbour. And when my neighbour realised, he told his wife he wanted to change his clothes, so he could talk to Death privately. When