Soulless but Found

When I reflect on my younger years and the pursued methods of fulfillment, I empathize with a girl who knew no better; sometimes past actions are only understood with maturity. Though I do not regret any of my decisions, time is a valuable asset for processing events. Who you were when you were younger is not who you are now. I hope whoever is reading this continues to assimilate their pained self with their wise Soul. This poem is about self worth and the upward journey from struggles.

Veganism As a Social Movement

With the rise of an ever growing and ever-changing population, there is no shock that there has been a rise in the number of social movements in the United States. With the rise in social movements consisting on factors pertaining to increased accessibility and ownership of technology, increased knowledge of anthropogenic effects on the environment,Continue reading “Veganism As a Social Movement”

Nietzsche’s Birth of Tragedy: The Apollonian and Dionysian Harmony at Woodstock and Altamont

The age of the Sixties is notoriously remembered for its hippie nature – the newfound freedom of expression, new forms of dressing oneself, the rejection of societal norms, and a generational solidarity towards the resistance of war in Vietnam. But, often the hostile nature of human existence throughout the Sixties is not nearly recognized, despiteContinue reading “Nietzsche’s Birth of Tragedy: The Apollonian and Dionysian Harmony at Woodstock and Altamont”