October is the month for ink!Its the time of the year when artists, from all over the world, draw/paint for all 31 days of October and post their artwork online. Being an art hobbyist myself, I gave it a go too. Fun Fact: I lasted just three days with the prompt list. The fourth day,…


Finding Joy in the Ordinary

Society time and again teaches us to have a high regard for the extraordinary. From the moment we are born we are taught to strive for the extraordinary. There are business and management books on how to get more done. Online classes and coaches that would teach you about peak performance & YouTubers sharing their…

via Finding Joy in the Ordinary — Yura Namchoom

Wandering Thoughts

As I write this, I have 3900 weeks left to live… that is, if I am lucky enough to live up to a 100. And if I die at 70, I have just 2340 weeks.

That’s all the time I have left to be alive on Earth. During this time, would I write honestly with words that pour out of me?

I think I would.

Minutes earlier, I was watching a YouTube video titled “Optimism Nihilism”. A channel recommended at my work place. If my boss knew any better he would not have recommended the channel to his employees. Or maybe he missed to notice this one video in particular. That would make sense!

After  2 minutes of watching it, I stopped. The video had just made me realize my expected time remaining on earth was just 2340 weeks more. It’s makers gave me the numbers and I froze for a tiny fraction of seconds (I wonder if their goal is to cause mental chaos or enlightenment).


My mind seems a little troubled of late. Nihilistic thoughts perhaps. The thoughts existed since a long time ago. Only now, with increased magnitude. What I thought made me see the light was just an illusionary blindfold that fooled me into thinking I had seen the light.

Great Socrates once said “I know that I know nothing”.Yet people do believe otherwise. They think he is full of wisdom (ancient greeks!). But how did they fail to see that if he were a man as wise as they thought him to be, he would be right? He really knew nothing, but the ordinary just like you and me.

You may say ‘nay’ in dismay, or better, resentment or plain mockery.
You may agree you do not know everything but you most definitely would not agree to not knowing anything like Socrates.

But you and I know nothing. The long dead Socrates knew nothing.
And for many more years to come, we will remain unaware of it. It may surface accidentally but we shall dismiss it, in order not to stir the chaos in the calm.