Impasse — Mid 19th century: from French, from im- (expressing negation) + the stem of passer ‘to pass.’
Between 2007 and 2008, I wrote a lot of entrance exams into medical school. I had finished high school. I was 17. For a short while, I moved to the nation’s capital, Yaounde, where I lived at my aunt’s house. During that period, I attended preparatory classes, as was the order of the process.
The only way you increase your odds of passing entrance exams is by going to preparatory classes. At least, that’s what Every Cameroonian and their Uncle knows that…
It’s often clear to me when I go back to a book a few weeks or years later and have no idea what the book was about. A private reminder that I’m not as smart as I think I am.
Or that I need to improve my retention lest I waste my life like this.
Don’t be intimidated by people who read a lot. Be inspired by people who take action on the information.
Don’t be intimidated by people who own many books. …
It’s easy to forget the awesomeness of being able to turn on your camera on your phone or computer and have people watch and react in real-time. We already take the power of computers for granted.
A YouTube search would give you far more useful information than what I’m about to share with you. Especially the technical information for setups.
However, I’m painfully aware that TMI (too much information) can cause inaction instead. So, I decided to share three things I wish I knew before I started streaming. …
Meek, not weak.
Might take a week, or two.
A couple of failures too.
But it’s all cool. That’s how we do it — here.
We’re warriors. In and out. Here and there.
Doesn’t matter where, we’ll stand up and fight.
For what? Everything, nothing.
Interesting things, and the boring.
We’ll breathe deep and let life in. We’re blessed. Based.
So we fight. We blaze forward, unsullied fires, light.
Tight genes, passed down unscathed through time, fought blights.
They don’t have to understand our fury, our fight. It’s all right.
We may look weak,
We may turn the other cheek.
A thought popped. A friend I hadn’t spoken to in a while. I couldn’t even remember the last time we talked.
She’d left a voice message. I had replied. I had to look again to make sure when the thought popped. I messaged her again.
One tick. Then two. Nothing new.
The blue ticks wouldn’t show because I had changed my privacy settings. I didn’t want people to know when I had read their messages.
I don’t remember when I did that. But, it has felt convenient ever since.
I feel this pressure whenever a message pops on my phone…
Burn, like a dying sun.
The sum of power and life.
Nowhere to run.
Nothing but time.
Leave the shattered glass,
Right where the wounds collapse.
This breath won’t last.
The memories, of course, elapse.
It’s an eclipse.
Black holes and dying light.
Nothing left, not even lips.
All the weight is gone — souls light.
All the lies too.
All the fear, all the worry, and pain.
I wasn’t but a fool.
You were too, to the universe a stain.
The silence is my home.
Confusion, a perpetual opening theme.
All I wanted was to be alone, forlorn, with you at…
The morning after a divorce is not what you think. You expect acceptance to wash over you—a newfound sense of reality. You might expect to be grounded in your solitude and have a plan to move forward with your life — alone.
But anyone who has been through a divorce knows that the months — or years — it takes to get that final notice, stretch out like the rainy season. It’s a cold awakening each morning. Your routine upended.
Even as I write, I’m comically aware of how “easy” my experience has been.
It’s possible that you’re still going…
“It’s not because you’re getting a divorce that the articles you wrote or the things you said aren’t relevant anymore. They were true at the time. Someone at that point would need those. It doesn’t mean what you say now is a lie.”
We were both walking through the quiet distraught of a divorce. It’s not a street you want to be on alone — at least not all the time.
Some things, alas, can only be learned on your own.
It was refreshing to listen to someone whose context was similar. I could let my guard down. I could…
Thank you so much for the perspective, Mafor.
Your take reminds me a lot of something that Naval Ravikant once said about how two unrelated statements can seem related simply due to the illusion of closeness.
If A leads to B, and B leads to C, does this mean A leads to C?
This can often be very misleading and I can see how my sentences could lead to that line of thought. Let’s break them down.
You will never change the world around you if you don’t master yourself.
By itself, the idea is simply that you can impact…
We are too proud of our flaws as humans and not enough of our strengths.
We list our weaknesses with zest. What we need to work on. We get shy about what we are good at, what we can do.
We’re okay with excusing ourselves because we are human instead of empowering ourselves because we are human.
Oh, I have a sweet tooth. Oh, I have to work this job. That’s what everyone does? I am responsible for this. I can’t change. That’s how I am. That’s how we do things. That’s the way I see things. That’s the way…