There are levels to the game, they say. And it takes a fair bit of experience and discernment to uncover what these levels are and how interconnected they can get.Sometimes, I find myself playing multiple games at the same time. There's the political game of indirectly swaying a person's opinion to see a certain possible outcome differently and win over the person to your own cause.

There's this makeshift view that we should aim for quality more than quantity. In many ways, quality looks like a better or more desired outcome, especially in terms of input, as in the amount of effort we put into something to get something else out of it. Also, it signifies mastery and expertise.

Despite our unbridled imagination, a canvas has its limits, a contained structure within to create as we please. Without that limit, we may as well take an eternity to convey a set of ideas through the act of creation. Are thoughts and ideas shapeless forms or pre-formed shapes? Up there in the mental domain, I get this sentiment of a vast and expansive landscape similar to the night sky.

Many of us dream of arriving at this destination called financial independence, where we let loose or break the "work for money" chain. I think it's a dream that's often portrayed as the pinnacle of financial success and freedom, especially in our current world. To me, it seems like something that's both attainable and unattainable at the same time.

One of the interesting contrasts that I like to make is between modernity and tradition. In a way, there's a growing trend of disdain for tradition, it's a relic of the past, has lose a lot of its relevance, etc. By all means, this may be true but you kind of want to discern first where the motive(s) of such views are coming from.

Icarus, the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, is given a pair of wings fashioned from feathers and wax - a means of escape from the island prison they find themselves trapped upon. According to the ancient Greek myth, Daedalus constructs these intricate wings so that he and his son can fly away from the island of Crete, where they have been imprisoned by the king.