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Truth As A Personal Compass And Means Of Changing The World

“On truth as a personal compass and means of changing the world” as a title already sounds somewhat philosophical. A topic that seems evasive as its subject. What does it even mean? And, what is truth, anyway. Many philosophers and normal people since the beginning of humanity have wrestled with what truth is. No doubt some people have asked and will ask, “What is truth?”.

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The Impact Of Writing Less

Besides my own blog I publish on a few other blogs. I’ve also had the privilege of having some of my work published in print publications as well. For me, writing is not only a way of processing but also quieting my mind. Sometimes my mind is too occupied with many things. Writing becomes a way of expelling some thoughts, allowing me to focus on other things. I’m feeling the impact of writing less.

Not writing or writing enough, whatever that is, presents some weird challenges for me. The following is not exhaustive:
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The Nature Of Legacies – Remembering People

It’s about a year since Ahmed “Kathy” Kathrada passed away. Kathy fought apartheid alongside icons like Nelson Mandela. Mandela, South Africa and the world at large held Kathy in high esteem. I write this shortly after reading breaking news of Winnie Madikizela-Mandela‘s passing. Winnie fought apartheid. Her and Nelson were married at some point. She was 81.

For some reason I was thinking about the anniversary of Kathy’s death when I saw the news about Winnie. Hence the references to them. When Nelson Mandela passed away I thought about what makes a great legacy. I wrote some of my thoughts here. Thinking about Kathy and Winnie, again, made me think about the nature of legacies and how we remember people.

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On Being A Slow Reader

One of the reasons I don’t read fiction is that it seems to take me longer than most. I’m no super reader, like Ingrid. She can read and finish a 400-page book in a day. That’ll be a month for me. This is one of the reasons I rarely read fiction. Instead, I listen to or watch fiction. I’m a slow reader. Upfront: being a slow reader hasn’t diminished my love for the written word.

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