Particular Interest

I think when most people when they reach the end of something, whether it be their life, an activity, or for me personally, the end of a season of a TV show, I re-evaluate my life and sort of undergo a semi-existential crisis. Our more philosophical part of our personality comes to fruition – questions such as: what will be in our after life, how has the experience affected me, or what TV show will keep me occupied in my spare time now? - Are only some of the many questions that we ponder towards the end. However, there are many other questions that need to be answered as well. This is a time for all senior students to start thinking about their future. What do you want to be when you grow up? What degree do you want to graduate with? How will you get there? These questions of character, of purpose, are all dropped in one motion and at one time on all of us, with little to no experience of the outside world. This is truly the existential crisis that I’m sure many of my fe...

This blog, Particular Interest , is dedicated to the truth - based on reason, science and fact. I'll try my best not to be swayed by political ideologies and at worst misinformation or ignorance. Keeping an open mind is extremely important in this, paradoxically, hostile yet close knit online community which everyone in the 21st century is a part of. There will be political discussions, economic discussion and most interestingly social discussions that neither belong to the left or the right political hemispheres but to the centre - balanced by factual evidence and looking at situations simply and concisely. There will also be random poetry and short story posts for breaks in discussion. I want you to participate because I believe discussion creates an environment that fosters the best ideas so feel free to comment, criticise, support or ask! If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segment, email me at: cc3493@g...

Billowing plumes of invisibility,  They rumble through the skies,  Removing all sense of sensibility,  Its power but in disguise.  Rattling and clanging, The blinds are pushed and pulled,  For a moment light is flying,  Then it's gone, it had me fooled.  The room is all that's left,  An empty decaying shadow,  Not even a tear is wept  It's worse that it's not callow.  For obvious reasons,  The ominous leaves behind,  The sound of seasons,  They unravel, they unwind.  If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segment, email me at: cc3493@gmail.com. If you do not want to be featured in the "Ask them from me" featured post, please let me know in the email :) Visit Particular Interest for more content like this! Previous Poem All Poems Next Poem