Smart; I know that I'm fallible, flawed and erroneous. I'm imperfect. I make mistakes. I goof. I blunder. I bungle up things sometimes. But I know that making mistakes doesn't define us unless we allow it. We're not defined by our errors or imperfections. What matters is to fix them. It's not "Am I perfect?", but nay "How do I deal with my imperfections. By sweeping them under the rug and negating them? Or by fully and unabashedly embracing them, taking responsibility for the

Ever thought why we always yearn for more money? Why do we always believe that money is and will continue to be our saviour, even if pursuing more money now will induce a climate breakdown and, consequently, conduce a calamitous apocalyptic end to our civilisation. To perceive why money will not save us in the eventuality of a climate-induced dystopia, let's conceive the following analogy. Let's say that you have stupendous amounts of money. And the climate calamity strikes a