All Chapters of What is Living?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Our teacher in philosophy asked us. What is living?Some of my classmates said: living is being alive, not dead, and progressing. Some just answered to be alive or alive. They all have different meanings of what living is, but nonetheless they're just the same.According to Merriam Webster dictionary: living is having life or the condition of being alive. Aristotle defined that every living thing has a certain form, part of which explains the thing's being alive. In Plato's definition, the meaning of life is in attaining the highest form of knowledge, which is the idea or form of the good, from which all good and just things derive utility and value. Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life.There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought.For me, what is living?I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I stil

"How did your brain contain all those topics?!" Ave shook her head while her arms clanging on me. We are heading to Top Thai which her cousin ordered us to. It's the place where we usually eat.  "Like how you memorized the different veins in our Physiology." I sarcastically say that made her chuckle in response. She maybe a nagger, but she's one of the most outstanding med students here in our university. The New York University must be proud in having her. "You gave me tips that's why!" she poked my forehead. "Your photographic memory is more amazing!" "That's because I always study," I rolled my eyes. "That's your in born talent!"  She scoffed at me and I just laughed. "You're really humble, aren't you?" I shook my head. "You're a top student here at NYU." "What do you think of yourself?" "I'm a human." "Rory!" I just laughed and waved at her frowning cousin who's looking at u

“What is love?” “Love is Neveah.” “Ew! Corny!” My lips formed into thin line as I heard my friends voices. They won’t never get tired arguing. I sigh. As if they would, that’s their favorite hobby to do. Seriously, they always fight and argue even in the smallest thing. “Could you please let me be in peace?” Goodness. I could feel my patience slowly disappearing. I’m a psych student and one of our traits were having a very long patience. But if you’re with this kind of people, I don’t know if you can be really patient. “Sorry Rue,” Rebel glared at his cousin before looking at me. “Astraea’s acting like a kid, again.” I roll my eyes when I saw how Ave’s face reddened, indicating that she’s going to blow up. “I’m not a kid!” she even stomped her feet onto the ground while shooting a glare at Rebel. My eyes went down on my books before taking a deep sigh. I quietly gather all my things on my arms and stood

It’s weekend but instead of resting I keep myself busy in reviewing our previous topics. I often hear my friends complainants about how engrossed I am in reading books and in studying. This is a part of my life. I couldn’t tell why do I never get tired or bored from those. It’s like my own kind of energy. I heaved a deep sigh and stretch my arms. My eyes look down on my phone when I heard it rang. My lips crooked up as I answer Rebel’s call. “You’re not going to bury yourself in books, are you?” I chuckle. He didn’t even say ‘hello’. “What do you think?” I hummed. Rebel groaned on the other line. I pursed my lips. I bet he’ll go here and drag me to his place. “I’ll fetch you.” As expected, he’s not going to stop until he keeps me away from my books! “Whatever.” I roll my eyes and ended the call. As soon as I ended the call, I immediately headed towards the bathroom. My thoughts started to swirl around my mind li

I could not move my body. It was as if I wanted to wish that I would never have woken up again because of the intensity of the pain I was feeling in my back. It hurts and aches. All I could do was to mutter curses from what I'm feeling.I looked out the window and realized it was afternoon. I no longer wonder why I slept so long. It wasn't new for me to get beaten me by my father with his leather belt. My body got used from his beatings, but it cannot get rid the fact that it causes me severe pain and scars that leave a trace from the torturous experience that happened to me at my father’s hands.I slowly sat up in my bed. I winced. Looks like I'll need to treat this right away. I don't want to go in the University again with an aching body. Because I'm sure even if I hide it, the Rojas cousins ​​will still know.I put on my slippers and slowly walked to the bathroom. I immediately searched for my first aid kit. I groaned. I will have a hard time treating