We live in a world that makes cynicism easy—where every news cycle offers fresh reasons to retreat, to armor up, to let bitterness take root. But I'm not her...
I think I have always loved things a little too deeply. I am the kind of person who let songs play louder than they should, especially the ones that feel like remembering. The ones that sound like summer slipping through your fingers. The ones that hurt in a soft but beautiful way. And if I’m honest, that is probably what I have been doing for a long time, holding on to things that were never…
They say time moves forward. But I learned early— it loops. The youngest daughter stands at the end of the hallway, watching doors close before she understands how to knock. Somewhere ahead, a version of her already knows the answer. So she becomes her own echo, whispering back through time: “You’ll figure it out.” And she does. Again. And again. And again. Not because she is fearless— but because…
One of my favorite forms of intimacy has always been asking questions, not to pry, but to understand the architecture of someone’s inner world. The way they think. The way they feel. The way their past still echoes in their present. The fears they don't speak of. The dreams they hesitate to admit out loud. The ways their childhood still lingers in the person they've become. I just think that every…
If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you still be beautiful? — I often wonder how differently we would speak if our words left visible marks. If every cruel remark became a scar, if every insult darkened the skin, and if every careless comment lingered on our bodies long after it left our mouths. Would you still be so quick to speak? Words are strange things. They weigh nothing when…
(To live is to suffer. To suffer is to love. To love is to live.) I won’t deny how much I love the city. The walkable streets. The cafés glowing past midnight. The convenience of having everything within reach—as if life itself could be neatly arranged into short commutes, walks, and coffee cups. There is a version of me that thrives there. A version that moves quickly, thinks quickly, and slowly…
(Just Because You Are) On protecting your peace — and knowing the difference between compassion and drowning alongside someone. I've been told, more than once, that being content is suspicious. That if you're not grinding your teeth over everything wrong with your life, you must not be paying attention. That real people (serious and honest people) carry their suffering like a badge. And if yours…
(Right before my eyes—and I’m here for it.) Dating in the 21st century is not for the faint of heart, and the elder people still think that picking the right guy is easy nowadays. I'm a woman in my mid 20s, and I'm going to tell you something: It's a SCAM. Since when did we start thinking that having a boyfriend is not a privilege anymore? Since Vogue started writing about it? NO. Rightful women…
I used to be baffled by how some people struggle with kindness, as if it's a costly gesture. I'd ask myself: it's free, after all, so why do some lean toward cruelty? On my way home from work, a thought struck me: for some, cruelty feels easier because kindness, as effortless as it seems, can be a challenge. "Just be kind." I hear this all the time—as a mantra, a solution, a call to action. It…
(And Thank Goodness for That) Here's something I keep forgetting and then remembering, usually at the most inconvenient times: not everyone thinks like me. There's this funny thing we do as humans. We walk around assuming that our way of seeing the world is the way. That our logic is universal logic. That if someone just understood the situation the way we understand it, they'd obviously arrive at…
"And the way you love—deeply, wholly, fearlessly—is the most beautiful thing about you.” I just love it when I see people who are so in love with each other. There's something quietly magical about witnessing two people in love. Not the loud, extravagant kind I see in movies—the ones shouting across crowded train stations or kissing in the rain with a swelling soundtrack. No, I'm talking about…