Thank you for the kind birthday wishes!

To all who wished me a happy birthday on our beloved social media, and in particular to those well wishers I couldn’t reply personally: Thank you very much for all your kind words, they inspire me to celebrate my 38th birthday with 365 days of inspiration. I am determined to keep up my writing in

Could systemic change be catalyzed by effective altruism?

Give what we can because I think every dollar spent on things like malaria prevention, de-worming, girl’s education or clean drinking water as morally superior to lavish consumption. You will certainly have heard of the (in my view only) plausible objection to the practice of philanthropy, which is that it diverts our collective attention from much

9/11

Blowing up two towers to justify spending billions on military contractors is easier than blowing up two bridges to justify spending billions on infrastructure contractors.

we hasten not

it is high noon and the bright fruits shine in the air is a promise of decay we let the sun pour its old light on us and bury imagination in warm smiles we save up for higher seasons, for longer shadows for deeper promises and gentler declines slow and infinite are our thoughts, we

rough sleeper

near my home is a railway bridge and I see a man sleeping rough does he belong here? in a dirty sleeping bag spread on corrugated cardboard, a paper coffee cup his current account only his teeth remember his story I, too afraid to offer him a shower drop my coin in his paper cup

Fearless

Dear Miru, There lives an intuition in me that wants you to be fearless. I know that fear has a vital function, but it only works when you experience it against the background of fearlessness. When your mind is troubled by unprocessed phobias, the fear that might have saved you will become useless and irrational.

It doesn’t matter much if we have hope now. Will we have hope when a majority of people are literally dying to improve our lot?

Age of We

seen from up here there is grace in everything seen from up here walls fence nothing in, or out. they are the dashed lines our children cut along seen from up here humanity is a flock of little birds. we see patterns and leap ahead, ‘wake up!’ but up here our voice is thin and