The Last Thoughts of a Busy Mind

The world has changed no doubt, and there are many cries of a return to the world before the changes. As humanity slowly tries to return to that world, whether smartly or out of impatience, there's a sense of anxiety. When the world has been a locked down experience for a couple of years, is it odd to feel a bit of unease to leave that state fairly soon?

Sometimes, when the air is quiet and the desire is satiated; one can look up and dream on. One can dream of flying in the air, one can dream of living happily ever after, or one can dream of what they would do given the opportunity to do anything in the field they love. Sometimes, when the air is quiet and the desire is satiated, one can dream of that one project they'd give anything to create. Bo...

What will happen when one lives under the eyes of a repressive feeling that will crush many joys and desires at once through intimidation and years of subjugation? The results are never pretty, and often times maybe living in this state will create a monster of sorts. A giant behemoth of anxiety and frightfulness, sitting atop one's chest, looking down in one's eyes. Send me an audio message from...

With the world moving at such a pace that no one man can get a hold of it, there's sometime a faint feeling in the air as one looks around and sees all that is done and all that is need to be done. That faint feeling can be quite devastating if left unchecked, and if checked it can bring a sense of shame to one. But why is that? Why does one feels shame when comes to grasp with overwhelmtion? Chec...

When one's accustomed to the feeling of despair, or resentment, or the simple broad concept of "unwell"; sometimes to feel good is somewhat of an unnerving experience. When life seems to be working well, and when everything is in order, sometimes one's brain tries hard to find irregularities (or in their absence, conjure them up out of nothing) just to bring that shine down and make everything the...

As one walks through life, one gathers interests and some of those are in the world of fandoms. But when one enters the fandom, the desire to share that fandom and that universe with the world is intensified, and if one's lucky, they will influence other beings of indulging in those fandoms. Such is the tale of a little known fandom who don themselves "Trekkies", and one's friend who gave his word...

One's formative years of childhood is utilized to develop skills and puts them to use for the rest of one's life, but sometimes there are hiccups in that development. When one is alone for most of one's formative years, some skills develop faster and some don't develop at all, and as many things in life, unbalance can have rather uneasy consequences as the years pass by.

The feeling of being judged based on a merit that is not anything other than a desire to recognize and cheat the game, should not be a contributing factor for mental unease; but even if the authority is rejected, the feeling of getting an official statement that your work lacks any value is not a pleasant feeling either. It's not a good day for one to have to endure the possibility that he might b...

When one falls into the same holes over and over again, is it the definition of stupidity? Or a bit of hope? What is hope, if not a way for one's brain to look at all that is wrong and all that is broken and say with a whisper: "this time it'll be different". Hope can be such an aphrodisiac for life, but also a good reminder of all that isn't right.

There are passages of time in anyone's life, where they lay there unmotivated and waiting. The world around them is going swimmingly, in a brisk pace and with not upheaval; but something does not feel right. There's anticipation, there's a sense of wrongness, above all, there's no emotions left. That's when one's emotions are so tired that they leave the body as a whole, that's when one is f--ked...

It's the return, and the hopeful constant continuation of one's quest to keep talking against all odds and purposes. The glorious comeback, and the hope that there must be better days ahead, and the realization that the past days were fruitful as well. Maybe in conversing about these topics, misunderstanding is apt; but one can only implore the lord that they will not be misunderstood. Specia...

In this episode, I sit down to talk with an old friend that I have known for six years at this point, starting from our university years, Parsa. We met each other on the hallowed halls of our Art University, and our bond has grown more recently with our shared love of certain movies and ideas. So we discuss therapy, life under covid, Parsa's headline-breaking news and Mark Manson's "The Subtle Art...

With every end, there's a possibility for a promise; the promise to return, or not to. With every going, there's the possibility for a promise; the promise to come back one day, or not to. When a journey comes to a stop, it leaves one with an array of promises, some spoken and some unspoken; for as long as life goes on, there's a promise of some kind. My Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/AKhams...

To live for one year is an achievement in and of itself, and humanity celebrates it by a birthday, or an anniversary for one's birth; since to be alive for a full year is hard enough. So, this marks the one year anniversary of one's quest to speak to anyone and everyone being alive; and it went through much highs and lows, but stands here in front of an audience, one year older.

Of various ways to tell a story, sometimes none is as effective as the medium of videogames. They swallow one through their mazes of emotion of storytelling, and give the experience unmatched by most other forms of art. Now, what if one could be the creator of this experience? What if there was a meta-experience that allowed one to create their own videogame, using a videogame?

The act of seeing the hardship, providing poor results, and even embarrassing oneself on more than one occasion and then living to see yet another day and another attempt, is a virtue worth praising but a virtue that most times needs a smidgen of remembrance. It's easy to forget one's uphill journey into something greater, and it's easy to forget what it entailed when looking back at it through sh...

To be bilingual, is a blessing and a curse; especially when you approach the bilingual ability without a balance. As one language gets stronger, if you forget to exercise the other, it becomes weaker and weaker. But that's the upside of having a mother's tongue, no matter how weak it gets it's forever embedded into one's brain. And sometimes, one needs to speak in their birth language, just out of...

There's an undying quest, happening in an unrelenting cycle in the mind of every member of the human race. It's a quest that gives the illusion of going forward. It's the quest that satiates the little voice in the back of one's head. It's the quest with the most vague journey and the most outrageously vague reward, but it's one that all go through. The destination? Some undisclosed goal called be...

What is the purpose of a ghost? It's to frighten or to delight? One might express that the purpose of a ghost is purely in the eye of the beholder. They can be beautiful transparent memories wrapped in a fabric of their own making, or they can be a reminder of death itself wearing tattered remainders of some poor soul's clothing. All that they are, they are a specter, and one can't always foresee...

The tart, tangy and sometimes sour taste of a citrus, something that can be categorized as simply an "acquired" taste; but also can be a good way to separate one's life into manageable time chunks, not unlike pieces of a grapefruit. Whether juiced, cubed, carbonated or peeled, a grapefruit is something more than just a natural hybrid, it's a symbol. It's a way to look back at memories, it's yet an...

In a world filled with jacks of all trades, and masters of none; what if one is not even proficient enough to be called a jack of all trades, let alone master of none? The anxiety, the unforgivable nature of the world, and a sad and ugly truth of a lack of any marketable skill can bring about the old moniker of the great modern major general, who knew anything except what he was required to know....

Our habits have power over us, to some extent they are how we go on living and create who and what we are. But they are also harmful, if they fall into the comfort zone; whether that habit is something as severe as addiction or something as light as binging. Habits need re-evaluation every once in a while, and what can one do when one is faced with the question of "Why am I doing this?" and finds...

For some, partaking in a journey without a set course of action might seem like an adventure, and for some the exact scenario might be considered a horrifying nightmare; but what happens when the set course takes an unexpected turn, either towards a shortcut to something beautiful or a cliff with no warning signs? The question of what does the unexpected brings, is one that can throw any sane huma...

How does one justify or diagnose laziness? If laziness is an ailment, it needs symptoms. But symptoms for laziness are shockingly similar to other ailments. It could be depression, or lack of material, or simply a bad mood. But what if all of them, were just reasoning of a brain trying to justify a bad trait; trying hard to justify "laziness"?

When one looks back at one's own life, probably the most gruesome thing one can encounter is that horrifying whisper of "almost...". Looking through one's academic endeavors, one's career and many a project, the word one least expects to notice is "almost...". So why is that word, is the only thing one can look back at and say with certainty, that it has always been there? You can now email me at:...