Tag: life
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When you look inside
As someone who has experienced obesity and everything that comes with it, physically, emotionally and socially, I look back now and recognise a kind of suffering that many people living with obesity know all too well. Both men and women who have been through, or are currently going through, this experience may know exactly what…
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What if we had it all wrong?
We go through lifeas if worryis the ultimate act of self-protection. What a delusion! As if sadnessis the ultimate act of loyalty. What a delusion! As if spotting what’s wrong with our livesis the ultimate form of intelligence. What a delusion! As if bottling up our emotionsis the ultimate form of strength. As if following…
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Instructions before visiting Earth
A poem by James McCrae In the event that you wake up and find your soul separated from source and manifest into material form, don’t panic. Your condition is only temporary. You have been selected for the opportunity of human incarnation. This 3D simulation is designed to break up the monotony of eternity by giving…
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When silence is deafening
There is a kind of silence that isn’t quiet. It follows you into the kitchen while you make coffee. It sits beside you on the sofa. It slips into the seconds between turning off the light and falling asleep. Nothing is happening. Somehow so much is happening. I have been thinking lately about how strange…
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Inner pease is not perfection
There’s this assumption that people who write about inner peace must have mastered it. As if peace is a destination someone arrives at and never leaves. The other day someone said: “The people who write about inner peace the most seem to experience it the least.” Maybe… but I truly believe that only people who…
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The journal that couldn’t hold my feelings
I thought writing was helping me heal. Sometimes, it was helping me avoid feeling altogether I remember quarrelling with my mom that day about which was more important: tucking in the carton lid of a cereal box or the plastic bag inside it. As funny as it sounds now, I was fuming. I retreated to…
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A little less foreign
Yesterday, I had a great time with friends. I spent the day with three of my closest friends, people with whom I can be fully myself, without ever feeling judged or needing to wear a mask. That’s rare, and I don’t take it for granted. The day started simply: a shower, a short walk in…
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The gentle blueprint Sandybell left on my soul
I was born in 1981, the same year a tomboyish girl with blonde pigtails and a Scotch Collie first appeared on television screens. Her name was Sandybell. In my house, she wasn’t just a character; she was a nickname. My parents saw her in me or perhaps they created her in me. They styled my blonde hair…
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Openness is a window that opens inwards
Last year, when I started my journey to becoming more authentic and real, the very first trait I thought I should embody was openness. Thinking that in order to be authentic, one should hide nothing; show themselves fully; to wear my heart on my sleeve, to say what’s on my heart and mind openly. A…
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Love isn’t a feeling, it’s an intention
It’s not unusual to come across short clips about love and relationships when scrolling through social media. There’s plenty of valuable advice out there, but only a few make you think and want to redefine your assumptions about love. On two occasions this month, I gave space to two thoughts I heard: Compatibility in a…
