Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Day 2: My Firsts
Santa Elena, Monteverde. When Anna and I arrived at night, I felt drizzle but nary a cloud existed. I was thoroughly confused. It was mist, Anna said. I talked to my mom and she said it’s the mountain’s dewdrops that clings to your skin until you’re soaked. Did the mountain cry at night for the…
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Day 1: “Romancing the Stone” Bus Ride
Costa Rica. The strip of land connecting North America to South America, melding the two physically and ecologically. And I was heading there. I’ve never been south of Barbados so my only experience of a Latin American country are through movies, books, and oral retellings. Of course, I had to watch “Romancing the Stone” and…
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Paris In My Pocket
Paris is as beautiful, dirty, crowded, and wildly romantic as I remembered it. I had hoped to find myself, rediscover what I want, all the things that would stop the pain that I had gone through. But then what can you expect in less than a week? So instead, I refocused on just relaxing, enjoying…
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Xiao Ker Ai
Yesterday, I bought my first puppy. Seeing him wasn’t love at first sight. Holding him didn’t have that magical spark. I told myself I wouldn’t want a puppy unless it reached all my expectations. But I have an insane expectation of others and myself that nothing would ever reach all of it. Instead, I found…
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Vows/Confidence
What is stable in a vow these days? Would the person you’ve loved for most of your life be there for you until you die? For richer or poorer, in health and sickness, til death do us part…what are those meanings? To love, to honor, and to obey…what do they mean when the divorce rate…
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The Unknown
Outside my window, the weather is cold with snow drifting slowly down as if suspended in air. Beyond the window, I see my future yet I’m stuck here in the present, caught in the past by my own emotional tangle. But every tangle we make, it’s our duty to untangle it ourselves. If we were…
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Companionship
If I walked into the sunset, would the sun never set? Would it always hang in the sky in limbo with moonrise? If i watched for a butterfly, would it never come to me? If I turned my back to everything I fear, will I be living my life? If I wait for tomorrow, will…
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Spilt Milk
When you cry for a week over spilled milk, you lose sight of where the mop is and the milk ends up rotting in front of you. The smell gets so foul but because you’ve sniffled so much, your sense of smell is stuffed up, you don’t even notice. Of course, when you start to…
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I Am Belle
Disney is known for a lot of things. It can be blamed for a lot as well. Who else would twist a fairy tale story where the main female commits suicide into a happily ever after with her prince charming. I’m sure Hans Christen Anderson must have choked watching that, if he can watch in…
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