life

  • Every Stranger Becomes a Story

    We rarely know people as well as we think we do. Instead, we know fragments. From those conversations, profiles, and moments, we build stories. We fill in the missing pages with assumptions, hopes, fears, and expectations until the person standing before us becomes partly real and partly imagined. Perhaps one of the most fascinating aspects…

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  • Looking Up

    Looking Up

    For thousands of years, humanity has lifted its gaze toward the night sky in search of meaning. Long before telescopes and satellites, the stars served as maps, calendars, stories, and guides. Ancient civilizations built myths around constellations, tracked the seasons through celestial movements, and believed the heavens held messages meant for those willing to listen.…

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  • Watery Memories

    Watery Memories

    Memory moves like in quiet streams threading through the underbrush of the mind, or they are swollen rivers carving the soft earth of who we become. Some days it trickles. Other days it floods, rising without warning, swallowing whole landscapes we thought we had left behind. We like to think of memory as fixed and…

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  • The Beauty of the Storm

    The Beauty of the Storm

    Humanity spends much of its life trying to avoid storms. We plan, prepare, save for rainy days, and check weather forecasts and build shelters against uncertainty. We spend years trying to create stability, hoping that if we are careful enough, we can avoid heartbreak, failure, loss, and disappointment, yet some of life’s most transformative moments…

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  • Searching for Immorality

    We leave traces of ourselves everywhere. Initials are carved into trees. Locks are fastened to bridges. We paint, we journal, we write songs. Our newest obsession is scattering fragments of ourselves across social media, preserving thoughts that might otherwise vanish with the passing day. Why do we do this? We know, whether we admit it…

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  • There are people who pass through our lives like weather. Some arrive quietly, barely noticeable at first, while others tear through us like storms, leaving entire versions of ourselves in ruins behind them. A few stay forever. Most do not, but every person leaves something. A lesson. A wound. A memory. A different way of…

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  • Every day is called a fresh start, but change is more than waking up and deciding everything is different. Real change is quieter than that. It doesn’t always arrive with a clear beginning or a dramatic shift. Instead, it reveals itself in small, almost unnoticeable moments. These are the signs that something in your life…

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  • We spend so much of our lives being haunted. By people who left. By versions of them that no longer exist. By the quiet question of what did I do to make them go? We replay their words and our favorite moments over and over, flipping through a stored memory book we know we shouldn’t…

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  • Beautiful Disasters

    There is a certain kind of beauty that only exists in the undone…the spilled, the tangled, the almost forgotten. Not everything soft is clean.  Some things are meant to be lived in—not perfected. Some of the most beautiful moments are the messiest ones. Here is a poetic list for anyone learning to love the chaos…

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  • There is a quiet kind of rebellion in choosing what you want to do in a world that only speaks in need to, must do, have to. Our days fill up so quickly like teacups left under a running tap, overflowing with obligations until we forget there was ever space for softness. But there are…

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