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Wise Words? Art vs Science

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I guess for once Im going to do a bit of a continuation from my last piece, even though at this point that was almost two months ago. Last time on this weird smattering of thoughts that strains the limit of a coherent body of work, I talked about moving forward in my post college life and making decisions in a new way. I came away from that wanting to choose hope, to trust myself to have learned effectively from my past mistakes and to try concentrate less on them and more on the things that bring me hope. I tried to take my time with that one, but all the same I published it feeling like I had mostly dismantled my own and some media derived views of dwelling on regrets and dashing hope, but at the time I found it difficult to articulate what path forward might provide me with the most hope. In short, I didn’t know how to live my life in a hopeful way. The wondering about what to do with your own existence is known even colloquially these days as an existential crisis. Existentiali...

Wise Words? Regret vs. Hope

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 It's that time again I once again find myself at a crossroads, which itself lies at the end of a very long road, and it would be a lie to say that the journey here has not left me exhausted and drained.  Fatigue has always been one of the hardest thing for me to feel when making decisions. It swarms together and seems to amplify the presence of regrets in my mind, making all roads appear thorny and treacherous. When I've asked for advice on large life decisions before, one of the most common things to hear is "trust your gut." This is good if nebulous advice; it can still be unhelpful to people who are in deep internal conflict. So if for nothing more than my own benefit, I want to examine what I consider to be the conflicting cocktail of emotional realities at the core of our "gut" feelings. If you ask me, the two factors at play here are what we "can" versus what we "should" do. There are only certain things we "can" do. For ...

Prepare to Feel: What Dark Souls Did to My Heart

Prepare to Die Ever since these words graced the back cover of Dark Souls in 2011, the game has been synonymous with one word: Difficulty. The phrase sends a clear message before you even play the game that failure in the world of Dark Souls (and totally not in our own) is expected and must be overcome in order to succeed. However, my own personal cocktail of emotions surrounding the first Dark Souls is very different. I associate Dark Souls with a great sense of optimism, a feeling that no challenge is without its path to victory and even though the road to all of life's great victories is inevitably paved with failure. Now on the surface that may seem like an intentionally contrarian point of view, but if you care to lend me a voice, I will lay out my reasons. I do intend to acknowledge a lot of the game's darker elements, but I'll also be providing a little interpretation and descriptive ethics along the way to see if I can explain just why for me Dark Souls is more ass...