• It takes a village to live

    Trying to make a point while eating chicken wings doesn’t make it as serious as it should be. But I am serious about what I write today because thoughts have been burning my mind. Trying so hard just te be happy — goddarnit. We all are. But sometimes you wonder why you can’t just get all you want.  This kid I teach inspired me. He told me about his dog and how quick his family was to pull the plug. I get it; he does not. Dog was incurable, needed to be put down. “They should’ve let him die naturally,” he said. And deep down I knew exactly what he…

  • Captivating view of a bamboo bridge over a river at sunset in Hội An, Vietnam.

    Bamboo bridge on fire

    Some days I can’t articulate my thoughts. Call it “writer’s block” or whatever that feeling of feeling stuck is. I’ve started writing some lines approximately six times this week — four of them from today alone — and I just can’t find the connectors, the transitions, the right prepositions… I’ve lost my train of thought multiple times and I’m done trying to find it. But I still wanted to write. A month seems like an eternity when you rely on your words for stress relief. I’ve been too busy trying to escape hell while trying to eat and sleep right at the same time. Alas, I haven’t had much success…

  • What Makes Life Livable

    We’re all out here playing psychiatrists and philosophers and wizards and astronomers; telling one another how to best live life or what the secret to happiness is, when we don’t know jack about it and common sense can’t save us anymore. But I guess that’s what makes life a little more bearable, right? The little stories that go around. Perhaps, there’s hope in the words of a stranger who maybe lived to tell the story that would finally give your soul a little comfort, a little peace. The circle of life is… something, isn’t?

  • Moments – Making the Best of It

    I remember the day. Spontaneity was in the air. Sky, bright. Sun, a delight. What a laugh we had. Then, the rain came down and, instead of running from it, we ran towards it. We stayed. We played with it, and we went through it. Because waiting for the storm to pass was not an option. But once it stopped, we appreciated the sun even more because we understood how short-lived bliss can be; that life happens in a flash and it doesn’t wait for you, but you can adapt to the season. And, as cliché as it can be, you can indeed make the best of it. Seize the…