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11012088104 4a9e58048aYou never compromised yourself, and I always look back to you in awe. How did you do it? How did you survive the storms, make it through the tides, and tread, and tread, and tread? How did you not lose yourself, shed your pieces and feed them to those tests, hungry to eat you apart. And when today,  I find myself turning inside-out, you console me, you remind me. I’ve done it once, I can do it again, and again, and again. God willing.

You get scared.  You still do, but not as much. I won’t ever refute your fears – sure, this world is unpredictable, but isn’t that the glory of it all. Sure, there are consequences, uncertainties, fears, question marks, blank spaces, the possibility of your world turning upside down. Sure, sure, sure. But through everything, there’s this wild type of beauty, heaps of unapologetic optimism, wondrous types of dreams, unwavering sources of light. And above all, God and his limitless mercy. Get scared less often, young one.

I’ve never understood why you don’t believe in magic enough. Your existence, your breathing, your living, your kin, your mind. Light upon light. But still, you don’t believe enough. You can’t imagine yourself out of the perimeters of your comfort zone. Believe me, you will get the privilege to witness the grandeur of life and its unlimited possibilities. Do not be afraid to dream big. Get excited to see new places, do great things and to love more densely.


Dear September

Yesterday, I found myself conversing with my dear mother about the ways of our kin; some will take you home and bring you much needed comfort, akin (excuse the pun, will you?) to a good cup of tea. Others will test each drop of your kindness, but will take you home regardless, because, in the grand scheme of everything, they are still kin. And September, as my mother and I conversed, my wandering eyes found the window to my left, and all it had to reveal. September, at that time, I realized you were beginning to change colours.

It feels as if it was no longer than yesterday, wherein I was writing to Augus10392815304 402074f634t about its unapologetic, glorious heat. I almost felt a wave of dread overcome me as I began to anticipate autumn’s chilliness and back-to-university/mundane-routine. However, at another glance, my wandering eyes observed that summer’s luscious greens trading themselves for rich hues of golds, browns, and reds was not less than of a bargain. Certainly, a charm of its own.

September, you reminded me that life is in ecstatic motion and it would be entirely fruitless to lose myself in petty woes. September, you reminded me that there is beauty in everything, the all-kinds-of-kin, the always changing seasons and life, in its entirety. Thank you September. I hope I’ll prove to be a more gracious guest of yours when you come around next time, God willing.