Tamiia Quinn

I think the intriguing thing about knowledge is that it flourishes from the endless seeds of thoughts. It somehow sprouts in different conditions and its growth retention varies from the person who is caregiving. I ask myself why there are such stark potentialities? Where is all of this information coming from? How has knowledge grown roots which seamlessly spread through the soil of our minds? I'm starting to conclude that perhaps there is a surplus of seedlings which have traveled through us...

“To meditate is to make a complete break with how we “normally” operate, for it is a state free of all cares and concerns, in which there is no competition, no desire to possess or grasp at anything, no intense or anxious struggle, and no hunger to achieve: an ambitionless state where there is neither acceptance nor rejection, neither hope nor fear, a state in which we slowly begin to realize all those emotions and concepts that have imprisoned us into the space of natural simplicity” (59). I...

Older generations believe they know us like the back of their hands. They think because they have raised us as either their kids or grand-kids, that they understand us, but is that even accurate? We barely even know ourselves, so how can anyone single-handedly dissect another generation without even being a part of it? They believe that we are selfish. That we are helpless without the guidance of adults. We are a spoiled, technology-obsessed generation that will be lucky to even make it to...