I’m thankful for all the strength that I have encountered in unexpected places, for each fragment of warmth ever extended to me, for all the courage that I’ve gathered like a bouquet of wildflowers to carry alongside with me for the rest of the journey.

What if my saturation of indigo only remains as dull, because I am capable of coming alive with unmatched vibrancy and sincerity, in entirely another color instead?

'When you are listening to other people's stories, I think you can understand a lot of things [...] that you never know you would understand before.'

I want to stand alongside you and feel empathy pulsing through us. I want to hold space for your story and be left in awe by how wildly different and terrifyingly similar that we are.

As the invincibility of sunlight fade to unveil the vulnerability of the cold, the change in the season comes as a reminder for a return towards a steadier rhythm and a recultivation of margins.

For a brief moment, I begin to wonder if I have been neglecting what's more meaningful to me to gather dust on the back shelf of my to-do list instead.

how I long to re-awaken and come vividly alive to this ordinary and unprecedented life — to the unique array of things that contain meaning to me.

here comes the first time after a long time.

Miscellaneous accidents and serendipities unfold as though they have been predestined in the plotline, yet this spontaneity is at the very soul of adventure.

May I gather the courage to grow, along a path where confidence blossom forth like wildflowers and healing pours in like the daylight.

When was the last time you felt inspired and reinvigorated from the physical space around you?

What does strength mean to you? She asks and I respond: daylight.

perhaps she is best defined as one that is constantly evolving, perpetually shifting – metamorphosing a multitude of times to converge towards who she is meant to be.