There are 7 days a week. 7 days of what happens in each minutes. Your time starts now.

Whether you are a student, graduate, PhD holder, job seeker, mother, father, uncle or nephew. You start to make sense when you think of how you made sense.

'My 7 thesis' brings you to the realization, that you are not where you need to be, because you haven't made ENOUGH sense out of who you are now.

https://udifaecorners..com/2020/09/my-7-thesis.html?m=1

It is your choice to leave a comment if you feel something hit you as you read through. Though, you have unanswered questions, I don't mind a discussion.

This poem is a particularly deserving for this "Cough-and-Catarrh" period.

I have lost people in this period. Dear ones, friends of friends and family of friends. But as much as I'd like to mourn, something hit me....

What if this pandemic period was just what we needed?
What if the problem is not the world but ourselves?
What if you and I need to rearrange how we see life, and how we live life?

Rona came for a reason-

https://udifaecorners..com/2020/08/rona-came-for-reason-and-not-for-lives.html?m=1