Reflections

I remember very distinctly how my elder brother Mohammed wanted me to pursue a career in media. he wanted me to become a photographer or a videographer, or whatever lived in that space. I do not know whether he saw my talent, or whether he simply noticed how much I loved it. the truth is I did love it. but at the time, I was lost in myself, I wasn’t clear about my love to this particular hobby, I was fooled by the glaring effect of science and progress. and to be fair, it is glaring.

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you will understand how foolish it is to think you can change someone else.
— Matthew Hussey

your growth is directly proportional to the amount of truth you are willing to accept about yourself.

Sister Calderon: I don’t know but..whenever we happen to meet you’re always helping people and smiling.

I had a friend I met online who struggled with social anxiety. He used to tell me how he panicked at the idea of going to the university. I knew he wasn’t lying, but part of me couldn’t truly believe it, that a psychological disorder could control someone that much. I was telling him: you just needed to stop overthinking that people will hurt you, remind yourself there’s no reason to be afraid, and call it a day. Yes, I was ignorant. I tried to convince him to change something he couldn’t change, to “overcome it,” as if these were only voices in his head.

It took me about a month to realize something small but surprisingly important. being left handed is a quiet advantage if you are a teacher, a professor, or anyone who lectures using a board.