Think Probabilistic

I sometimes wonder how I manage to gather the guts to ask God for more and more. There was hymn that we used to sing in school called ‘Count your many blessings’. If only I sing that hymn to myself and tell myself that the hymn is absolutely right.

Having a good home, incredible parents, a truly lovely sister and a childhood fostered in the care of magnificent grandparents are things that I ought to be eternally grateful for. Right through my school and now in college I have had the privilege of having a wonderful circle of friends and being under the guidance of some of the best teachers that one could possible ask for.…

Not too long ago, it so happened that I approached a teacher for a seemingly unconventional problem. Some may prefer to call it a sea of blues. Inability to concentrate fully in class, a study timetable in absolute tatters and an unrestrained, flaring temper were just a few symptoms. The aforementioned teacher, whose sagacity I deeply admire, looked up at me and considered me for a while. She then pointed the finger of suspicion on stress. The very idea of a student suffering from stress seemed ridiculous to me at that moment. But as I discovered at my own cost later, she was very much correct.…

If most writing is a private affair, I daresay that some of it ought to be shared. I live in a world where there are mortals other than Ro – people that care for me and influence me.

So the time has come to call this my space, to transform all those wonderful ideas and experiences into words, all for the world to see.

Whilst remaining true to myself, I will write my mind – just me, myself and my thoughts, with no strings attached.

So watch me.