Sometimes, the people we love the most leave. When people don’t stay, a wave of negative emotions washes over us. Love turns to hate in a matter of days. However, we don’t hate the person for who they are — we hate them for leaving. Because dealing with the absence of a loved one is painful, we find…

“Race is there, and it is a constant. You’re tired of hearing about it? Imagine how f*cking exhausting it is living it.” ~ Jon Stewart ~ My best friend in kindergarten was a sweet boy named Jimmy. We wrote stories together, played in his rec room, and walked home holding hands. When it was hot out, we were first in line…

The past is an integral part of our lives. Everything that we experience right now, at this moment, will become the past. And when the moment fades away, its outcome stays with us. If the memory was pleasant, we yearn to repeat it. If it was bad, we fear reliving it. Although the past doesn’t exist in this moment…

I won’t have owned a car in 20 years when my dream car comes out, in 2 years.

When I pulled off my eye mask and noticed that it was sunny, I was angry. Frustrated, really. I had wanted to lie in bed all day with my blanket over my head, wallowing in my lowness, wrapping myself in a cocoon of darkness. A couple of hours earlier I’d noticed that familiar foggy wave of a depressive state flowing its way toward me. Not sadness…

I’ve had my share of toxic relationships in the past and I can say that the pattern is similar to that of a labyrinth. These relationships are simply a maze and finding a way out is a difficult task. For me, I felt stuck in a loop, repeating history, repeating myself. Finding an exit turned into an impossible mission, an unattainable miracle. As a result, I oscillated between feelings of hostility and feelings of…

Inspiration: when Gabby in Summer House told off a gent she just met (who she was attracted to but not anymore suddenly) because “all Cancers are toxic.” We’re all basically good. But we’re also all clouded by ignorance, by greed, by aggression…by selfish neurosis. This is the Buddhist path: to…

And: [Image] A quote written by my aunt before her premature death, via i.redd.it:

I’ve spent the past few weeks in a weird limbo. A waiting game, if you will. I have decisions to make — choices that are hanging heavy in my heart. But before I can make those decisions, I need answers. And this is where the waiting comes into play. I don’t have the answers, so I scramble to get them…