Van Gogh got the deserved recognition for his paintings post mortem.
Im expecting the same for myself especially for some of my quality but under appreciated and misunderstood low liked tweets.
Until then thank you to the real ones with me now.
Absolutely love Mourinho on distinguishing a dream from an obsession.
One is pure, and the other corrosive.
Gatsby shows it beautifully because if it wasn’t Daisy, he’d have dreamt of someone else.
So maybe the tragedy of life isn’t dreaming, but needing something to dream of.
I’ve recently found the accentuation of the Zeigarnik Effect caused by topophilia to be quite melancholically Heraclitean.
In the summer of 2025 I stand at the riverbank, the water is flowing ceaselessly, and so must I!
With age comes wisdom, with wisdom comes responsibility, and with responsibility comes confinement.
Life becoming shaped by the expectations of others.
Rousseau is right, freedom is an illusion. Where like happiness, it’s something that we can only ever pursue, but never have.
They best advice I’ve ever received is:
“Enjoy the moment, because even dreams come with a price”.
Shoutout Uncle Tariq, your words outlived the dreams they dismissed!
Flow state is a beautiful concept.
Jordan’s was on the court,
Mozart’s was on the piano,
Mine is on WhatsApp.
A transcendent and time-suspending experience sifting through my mind palace’s schemas.
Amateurs call it genius and masters call it practice. I have accepted who I am.
New year, new prior-rooted JS theory.
Where not only if we achieve X, do we place a greater value on it. But we then struggle to empathise with those who can’t.
An internal survivorship bias of sort, where we celebrate our plane that returned, forgetting those still in the air.
Combining two popularised theories, I am putting a stake in the ground to announce my own oberservable phenomena.
Predicated on the peers around us experiencing similar states of emotions at similar times. Which is then only noticed by our heightened receptivity to said emotion.
LinkedIn stalking is my new sport. A colosseum of oversharing where I’m loving the show.
There’s just something existential in seeing the trajectory of people once at the same starting point as you.
From clients, to rishta, to peers - call me the can man cah anyone can get it!
I feel a soft envy to my friends and family for the truly incredible content they receive so regularly.
Sometimes I do wonder what it’s like to live in a different mind.
My most toxic trait is embedding pieces of myself, like a TV show or song, onto someone.
Imprinting into them something they'll forever associate to me long past our end date.
Today, that toxicity has finally been realised, and it feels great.
My bittersweet horcrux.
The depth of my consciousness causes myself and those around me to suffer. An Icarian journey leaving me ambivalent.
Is it a blessing or curse to feel everything so very deeply?
Bio change.
The hardest stage of my life closes with my happiest ever day.
This is not the end, nor the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning.
Thank you JS nation for rockin wid me.
Sun don’t stop.
Man, we really lost the art of the deal.
People forwarding their friends charity links or business pages with no creativity, just a “go support da boy 🤝”.
Like that right there is a straight no from me dawg, how bout some originality my god.
One of my fav pastimes is arguing on subjects I know nothing about.
I have that much confidence in my ability to always be right, I don’t even chose the side.
Yesterday I was an expert in morality, today I am an expert in etymology, and forever I weave the rainbow of Descartes.