Sometimes, when I am wounded by someone, I fall into the temptation of locking them inside the massive cage of being a “bad person.” I convince myself that the single shard of malice they showed me is their entire essence. I label them as “just that kind of human.” On the surface, this feels like…

As a child, philosophy seemed to me like a language spoken above the clouds. The walls of logic built so precisely by masters like Kant and Hegel appeared impenetrable, and the arcane terminology used within felt like taxidermied knowledge, severed from daily life. However, as I grew older and drew closer to literature, I realized…

Understanding myself has always felt like a lifelong task. Like many, I search for answers in MBTI tests, flip through psychology textbooks, and sometimes try to find clarity in the cold, hard data of neuroscience. Science is, of course, remarkably clear. It can pinpoint with clinical accuracy whether my melancholy stems from a hormonal imbalance…

For a long time, we have misunderstood life as a “process of eliminating pain.” We believed that a completed life meant erasing all suffering and filling the remaining space with happiness. However, in the equation of life, pain is not a removable variable; it is closer to a “constant” that supports the entire expression. Pain…

We tend to think of happiness as a kind of “destination.” We believe that once we arrive, plant our flag, and settle down, we can rest forever under the warm sun. However, our bodies are designed with a formidable mechanism known as the “Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility.” Just as the tenth sweet candy becomes…