Latest Testaments
Celine Song’s Materialists: Love, and Not-So-Lovely Lists
We are convinced that love always finds its way. We write about it, we make movies about it, and it might be one of our favorite things to talk about. But maybe we have closed the door on it. I mean, what happens when everyone’s looking for a business deal? I watched Celine Song’s Materialists last night. It didn’t feel like fiction, at least not in the first half. It felt like a quiet reflection of the world we’re already living in. A world where love sounds more like negotiation and affection comes with a price tag. I’m not even against…
Turns Out, Nature Isn’t in a Hurry
As we advance, everything only seems to get faster. We’ve mistaken motion for meaning. Time really flies, but we’re the ones making sure it never lands. I hope somebody finds the life remote, because the accelerate button seems to be stuck. We pressed play and took out pause and why not, productivity called for it. Stillness, though, has become our greatest inconvenience ever since. We move so fast, nature refuses to keep up.
The Last Ball Six (In My Head)
Have you ever been to places without a ticket? Well, my cricket bat has. It’s been to Lord’s, driving through covers off Jimmy, and making one disappear at the MCG while Mitchell Starc scratches his head in disbelief. I think there is nothing wrong with living your dreams while you’re dreaming. I am almost 30, having never played a cricket match with anyone but my friends, I can confidently say I will never be a professional cricketer. But I won Pakistan a world cup final last evening, 6 required off the last delivery, and they are still looking for the…
Modesty Over Ego, The Courage to Admit Doubt
Doubt is not an insult. You may already know this, yet it’s easy to forget that we don’t always have to be the ones who know. To admit doubt is a form of self-love. It’s also simple, courageous and peaceful. Even the very wise are allowed to wonder. We have been deceived. We hide our doubts because we are told they carry disgrace. The fear of not having an answer, the supposed shame in saying so, the imagined boos echoing back when we get it wrong. All of it, an illusion.
The Familiar Stranger And The Goodbye Loop
If I ever run into you, the conversation should also be running for its life, screaming for help. My thoughts are slow, but my goodbyes are Olympic. Saves time for thinking, you know. Nothing dies slower than a meaningless conversation, so I do it a favor and kill it quick. But I’m not pretending I’m above it. I do know people who treat goodbyes like background noise and dive into a story about their uncle’s dog. Five minutes after I’ve already said goodbye, somehow I’m starring in 101 Goodbyes and Counting.
My Phone Charger Works at an Angle Einstein Would Quit Physics Over
If there was an Olympic event for balancing wires at impossible angles, I’d have more gold medals than Michael Phelps. My specialty? Competitive charger wrestling. But medals don’t matter when your phone is dying at 3% and the charger has decided it’s not in the mood. Some things don’t break all at once. They fail slowly, until you realize you’re living by their rules. So, is my charger in charge? Definitely. I accepted that the day I realized I was losing thumb fights to a cable. We are in a toxic relationship, my charger and I. It gives me just…
Time: The Friend Beside Us And The Thief Behind Us
It might keep you waiting, but it never waits. Time never stops and never returns. Yet it shapes the world and defines our lives. It is the one constant that is tied to everything, moving on without pause, silent but relentless. We talk about health, money, success, and love as if they’re the big players in life. But strip them down, and they all depend on time. Without enough of it, health can’t be restored, money can’t grow, success can’t be built, and love can’t deepen. Time is the foundation. And like all foundations, it’s easily overlooked, until… it’s gone!
Waiting Rooms: Nothing Happens, But You Still Watch
Walk into any waiting room and you’ve entered a silent play. No one bought tickets and yet here we are, actors and an accidental audience rolled into one. The set is simple: padded chairs, a coffee table, a stack of outdated magazines, and maybe a plant that’s seen better days. But the real show isn’t the decor. It’s the faces. There’s the leg-bouncer, foot tapping like they’re auditioning for a speed metal band. Across from them, the Phone Absorbed, locked in battle with Candy Crush, looking up only when someone calls their name. Then you have the Deep Sighers, who…
The Art of the Almost-Hug: A Hug That Always Wants a Way Out
If you have to think about which hand goes where, maybe just stick to waving. I’ve had firmer handshakes than some of the hugs I’ve received. And they never stop coming. Have you ever been hugged with the energy of someone trying not to spill their coffee? Yeah, that. The art of the almost-hug isn’t new. It’s just consistently confusing. There’s a very specific choreography to the almost-hug. One hand lands somewhere around your shoulder. The other drifts downward and rests, for some reason, on your stomach. Or worse, just above it, telling you not to come any closer. The…
What My Keyboard Knows That I Forget and Ctrl Always Remembers
I like to think I’m not controlled by anything. But when it comes to the Ctrl key on my laptop, I surrender. This tiny button controls a surprising amount of my daily life. Take work, for instance. The effort I put in? Cut down significantly thanks to this little savior. Copy, paste, undo, select all. It’s a champion. No doubt about it. It is a fool’s dream, but superheroes really do exist. Not all heroes wear capes, true. Some wear polished dents. My little friend wears it proudly. It never gets tired. Maybe it does, but it never complains. I’ve…