Bittersweet

Eight years later, I find myself face-to-face with the same emotional ghosts. There's a familiar whisper in my mind about longing and restraint.

But we all made choices. And so I will run away and stay away.

Crazy Mental Spirals

The title is a line from a poem my best friend wrote about a decade ago. It's a line that has stuck with me throughout the years. It's a line that rings true now... as it did then.

I just got off the phone with one of my dearest friends. More crazy mental spirals. We're in the midst of our so-called quarter life crises and it's good to know I'm not alone. There are more questions than answers in my head. A million questions. The right career. Person-for-Others vs. The Virtue of Selfishness. Depressing state of the country. A glimmer of hope in some aspects. 12 Things I Can Do for my Country vs. Migrating to Montreal. Single blessedness or an exciting and new, yet transient life.

What will be my next life stage? What do I want to do? Who do I want to be? What do I really want?

I Hear Dead Trees

I've always liked dead trees. I know they're not really dead; they're just in deep sleep. Bare branches without any leaves, no trace of green or color or life. I love how they silhouette so deeply against a bright blue fully-alive sky. I think I can hear them speak to me about silence and blissful sleep. They speak as if in slow-motion, of stillness, a life-on-hold, and rest.

I took this photograph in Pittsburgh one crisp Spring morning last April from the balcony of our Headquarters.

Start Here and Now

I want to tell you my stories. They aren't extraordinary or life-changing though. I want to write about the normal, mundane, day-to-day events of a 27-year-old living Here, There, and Elsewhere. Where do I begin? When do we start sharing experiences and building memories? Now? Yes, NOW.