Meet Albert Camus, the philosopher who dared to confront life's biggest question: what does it mean to live in a world without inherent meaning? A French-Algerian writer, journalist, and Nobel Prize winner, Camus explored the absurdity of existence, the limits of certainty, and the freedom that comes from accepting life's contradictions. Through works like The Stranger, The Plague, and The Myth of Sisyphus, he challenged readers to stop waiting for the universe to provide answers and start living with courage, honesty, and purpose.

The other day my students were giving presentations, and one of them chose to talk about music. Somewhere in the middle of it, she casually said, "I listen to The Night We Met, not because I'm in love with someone. I just like listening to it for myself. It reminds me of the Moon or anything that's beautiful" and then she moved on to the next slide. I didn't, however! For some reason, that sentence stayed with me. We treat love as if it only becomes real when another person is involved. We hear a love song and immediately think of a beloved. We forget that sometimes love has nowhere to go except back to ourselves. Maybe that's something we've slowly lost, the ability to enjoy something beautiful without needing another person attached to it. To feel deeply without making someone else the centre of the feeling. Maybe the longest relationship you'll ever have is the one with yourself. It deserves a love song too.