Basics.

The thing with adulting is that everything is ultimately up to you, there are always decisions to make and unfortunately, the pursuit of perfection often becomes a mirage, in my opinion shielding you from the joy of life which in itself is an imperfection. Making mistakes is not only inevitable but essential, but I bet you already know that. The beauty of imperfection lies in the lessons we glean from our missteps, shaping us into more resilient and adaptable beings. The key is not to aim for a flawless journey but to make informed mistakes whose consequences are bearable and, more importantly, affordable. This mindset shift grants us control over our lives, allowing us to navigate through uncertainties with a little more confidence as opposed to fear and regret. Think of yourself as the artist who dares to experiment with unconventional mediums, finding their unique voice amidst the cacophony of critiques. Your life belongs unequivocally to you, as such it is important to make it

The other day, someone asked me what it was about community work that had my heart and if I felt despair over the little we’re capable of in the grand scheme of the world’s problems and, I could think of a couple answers; but the one that felt like it truly expressed my passion for it was one worded; Hope. They always say that it's the little things, right? But you don't truly know how potent "little" can be until you've seen your actions reflected in someone else's eyes. I’ll admit that sometimes, I get caught up in the grand scheme of things. Am I doing enough? Couldn't I be doing more? I start to compare and despair because, well, the world's troubles are like one of those never-ending movie franchises. You always think you've seen the last of them, then boom! Sequel. And why are YOU thinking about Fast and the Furious? But through my time volunteering, I've come to learn that perhaps the greatest expression of hope is the extension of a hel

There is so much that goes unsaid and I always thought it was because these were things everyone knew but as life got more complicated so did even the simpler things; thus my mom would say while hurling something at you, “common sense is really not common”. You discover this painfully for yourself as you age. But anyways, love ended up on that list of things that got overly complicated, the divisions of platonic and romantic as well as family love got more distant that I wonder if you told your friend you love them, would they feel something, anything?. Here's something about friendship I would love very much if everyone knew, acknowledged and understood, friendship is in every sense of the word, love. Not any lesser than romantic love or family love, it is love, that’s why friends turn into family and that’s why friends to lovers tropes exist. And if they haven’t said it in a while, let me say it for them. Your friends truly do love you. And here's the best way to reciprocate