It’s simple, really. To surf, to climb. To write, to design. To read, to like. To dance, to be alive. To cook, to eat. To see, to feel. To laugh, to cry. To learn how to survive. To believe. To
Almost a month and a half into my new life as an employed professional under one of my former teachers’ wing and I asked myself this as I sat in the middle of the small office, doing what I think
I was doing one of the things I love, driving. My eyes were on the road and somewhere within my vision, I saw nature whizzed by the windows. The leaves, branches and small houses all mushed up in a blur
I had yet another dream of you. It was a bit… off. I can only remember bits and pieces of it. I can remember following you out the gate coming from an old house about to get drowned in flood.
“This is your life, right now. It doesn’t wait for you to get back on your feet.”-A Lot Like Love So one day you realize, there’s so much to do in life than worry about what other people think (come to think
I have to say, I still don’t have a job. Though I’ve already got offers, there’s a nagging feeling that I’m still on the lookout for the right one. This morning, my Mom knocked on my door. She just spoke
So many people I know hate Mondays. To most, it seems stressful and tiring. Probably because it’s the first day of the week and it’s right after our days of rest and enjoyment. We drag ourselves to live the hours