This is a post about exposing ourselves to the foreign. I hope the image that I chose gives you an idea of what it felt like for me to explore the gorgeous and foreign Beatles Ashram in Rishikesh, India. But anyways, let’s get to it! What is foreign? I live in Lebanon, moving to India […]
We ought to live like stars floating in a dark universe, we ought to collide with one another and implode like big bangs dispersing love and light and sheer tragedy into nothingness; only to experience rebirth in form, spirit and depth again and again.
The notion that difficulty is a good enough deterrent to living the life we deserve is self-defeating.
I have come to a shy realization that I am not the only one who’s searching for myself in this big wild world. You know? Sometimes it seems like I have it all figured out, sometimes I even forget that I am searching for anything in the first place; it suddenly all seems here, present. […]
UNDERSTAND YOUR VALUE AS A WARRIOR IN THE RIGHT TIME AT THE RIGHT PLACE BUT NOT ALL THE TIME.
Welcome to my discovery of beauty in plain sight. Never have I considered brokenness a prerequisite of grace; but I must say Kintsugi showed me how.
Adulthood and its responsibilities must not mean helplessness and lack of choice, but it must mean freedom to contribute.