A thought that popped on my head the other day: isn’t it messed up that a lot of the famous artists we know today are only famous because they’re dead? How does this always happen, you ask? Well, just look at the pattern. Whenever someone passes away, famous or not, what do we do? We rush…
I can’t seem to move past the praise, Past the chase, past the pretty lies I was too blind to decode in your embrace How you want me, but you don’t How there’s no one like me but they all are when you need some I can’t seem to find solace in water alone Or…
I’m currently finishing up a little book of words of motivation, hopefully inspiration, and encouragement. It’s called Not Another Inspirational Quote: 100-something Relatable Life Lessons. I wanted to give you a little sneak preview, but the phrases are short and I don’t want to give them all away…yet. So here’s part of the introduction to…
What can I say that Rumi hasn’t already said? What kind of candid snapshot can I take straight out of my unbelievable days to blast on the internet? What can I say that’s different from yesterday? My mind wanders, but it knows it is these, the same old untreatable sores it wants to exhibit, like…
You know all that curiosity baggage that comes with the questions people make about why you don’t like something? And sometimes you don’t even quite remember how it all came to be, but their questioning brings the whole history to consciousness and, ahh, you remember. I say I’ve never liked the cold. They look at…
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat there after a long walk — to rest, to watch the hours go by, to feel the wind ruffle my hair, to watch the children play with the water and the cats roaming around. I…
I originally shared this video back in 2013, and came across the post again now in 2022 as I was looking at my archives. I’m glad the video is still around because, as I said on my original post, it resonated with me in a big way; it made me feel understood. And I’m sure…
You’re just there. Like a random person sitting across the bar, staring for hours but not engaging, only difference is you and I are no strangers. But the fruit must be pleasant to the eye because you keep coming back like bees to a hive. Still I can’t help but wonder: is it the content…
My neighbors go quiet every so often. And on occasions, they’re as loud as a Saturday market. I can tell they’re a couple, unless their idea of “casual” also means living together. Their instability is loud. I can’t quite make out their day-long arguments, but I hear the yelling, the sobbing, and the door slamming….
What can I say about the “Supreme” Court decision on Roe vs Wade that I haven’t already said? I am at a loss for words. The fact that a political party has had an agenda this entire time to, essentially, disrespect women and make us suffer is simply incomprehensible. I keep asking myself why? Because…
They say some things are better left unsaid; that silence is golden and never to say anything that doesn’t help the situation. They say a thousand things about “things you shouldn’t say,” and they have whole lists out there. They say so much about staying silent, too, and I do agree…with part of it, when…
So much has been said about friendships, through personal anecdotes, quotes, proverbs, and entire books, that you think you know what a “real friend” should be and should act like. Some of those stories hold truth today, but I think it is something that you eventually learn on your own. Who is a friend? It’s…