If the idle mind is the devil’s workshop, and the curious mind is the devil’s playground, my mind has been the devil’s playground since I was a teenager.
Things beyond my grasp entice me. The serpent dangles the apple before my eyes, and I never resist to take a bite. A little knowledge never hurt anyone. Or does it?
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It seems as though everyone talks about what love is.
Lately, I got my friends to give me their take on love, but this time, I felt we could conceptualise and explain love from trying to define what it is not.
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