Personal Essays

When AI says it will replace Pixar, I have to speak up — not to be social, but to be human. This essay stands for creative integrity and the soul behind real art.

Two Gen Z strangers. Three feet apart on a subway train. Neither looks up. Neither speaks. Each absorbed in their own digital world, missing the chance for a glance, a smile, a story. This isn’t science fiction — it’s our new reality. Have we forgotten how to fall in love? Or worse… have we stopped wanting to?

We all die alone - peacefully in a chair, if we’re lucky. The real question is: Are we actually living while we’re here?

Hollywood isn’t just slowing down - it’s just the first to break under pressure. Perhaps, an early warning of what’s coming for the rest of us.

We don’t need men to be less. We need them to be whole. This is about reclaiming trust, dignity - and yes, even love.

The map to becoming a man is gone. The village is silent. And boys are left wandering, unsure how to become gentlemen.

When masculinity meets ego in a world of instant gratification, true strength is found in humility, not defiance.

A call to resist conformity in a world of content, where true art dares to disrupt, not just entertain.

If you live long enough and follow your passion, you’ll discover what you were meant to be. I am listening - and this essay proves it.

It makes me wonder if AI had written Love Actually instead of Richard Curtis, would it have been titled Love Nothing?

Algorithms drown creativity in clickbait. We must reclaim thoughtful engagement before intellect becomes another lost art.

"Good enough” is the enemy of true art. Integrity, passion, and craftsmanship endure - compromise does not

Modern oligarchs mirror Rome’s fall—greed, corruption, & neglect erode society. Can we demand accountability before it’s too late?

Behavior is taught, but cycles can be broken. With respect, kindness, and intention, we can shape a brighter, more thoughtful future.