Second Seconds

Here's to letting yourself have a second childhood, no matter your current age. Let free. Allow joy to enter your life like a child only knows. No comparisons, just imaginations. Laugh or giggle, sing or scream. Be loud. No boxes.

December Again

There is this heavy feeling everytime I enter December. Realizing the year is ending, I start asking myself so many questions. Have I done enough? Did I make progress? Was I a good mom? Could I have done more for my family? Did I love myself better this time? What's next? But most importantly, I think, this year I healed. A dark cloud lifted off. I see things clearer. I understand. And for that, I am truly grateful. We all say, life is short. But what if, life is long, and therefore you need more effort to stay in the game and live longer. Think about it.

K

My strength is kindness. My beauty is in my kindness. My love is through kindness. My language is kindness. When dealing with unkindness, I fight with kindness. I am kind, and nothing shall change that. For kindness is my way of breathing.

Being A Woman

Why do we settle for less if we know we deserve what we deserve. Not more, not better, just what we truly deserve.

Humility often makes us value ourselves a little less, rationalizing our sacrifices as acts of love and humanity. But we deserve what we deserve. And that is love, respect, kindness and equality. 

Mind First

Kindness starts from the mind.

Kindness is not just an output of words and actions, but what you think inside your head.

Practice having kind thoughts.

The output will follow naturally.

You is Me

Hey, you.

I see you. I see you're getting better with dealing with your past. I'm proud of you. Keep it up. Breathe. Forgive. Think of today and your tomorrows. You are big enough. You were never small. It was never your fault. Always remember that. 💖

Balloon

One day, my daughter and I attended a market. It was fun and beautifully decorated with garlands, balloons, tinsel curtains. After a while, a man who was also an attendant, took out one of the balloon decorations from a booth and gave it to his son to play. Then, he took another balloon and gave it to his son again. My 7-year-old daughter looked at me and said, "mom, isn't that not nice? Like he's ruining the organizer's decoration".

She then asked my permission to speak to the man. I let her. So she, on her own, approached the man, and said, "sir, I think you shouldn't take the balloons like that. It's part of the decoration, it's not nice that you're ruining it"

The man looked at my daughter in shock, then looked at me. I just nodded and smiled, showing that I agree with my daughter, also showing that I have nothing to say or add because she is right. He replied to my daughter, "well, it's for my son. He wants a balloon, so if there's anyone to blame, it's my son", pointing at his toddler who I assume was around 3 years old.

I know he said that because he felt humiliated, shamed by a little girl, and I, as her parent, allowed her to shame him. But you see, she is right. And she was not being rude. She said it nicely. And to be clear, it's not "just a balloon". It's about taking what's not yours, even something as simple as a balloon.

My daughter might be little, but her point is valid. And adults need to accept that kids are allowed to voice out their concerns equally. The man just left. Yet I felt so proud of my girl. I want to raise my girl into a woman who speaks up. I want her to be fully comfortable in having opinions and voicing them out. In today's world, women are so often silenced. If we are loud, we are an inconvenience. But we should change that.

Nomad

To live in between countries, sometimes feel like you're just floating. I want my feet to touch the ground, but I cannot feel it, I cannot reach it. It's just water, wrapping my feet, keeping me afloat, but I long for the feeling of standing, walking, running, jumping on something solid. Something I can touch and say, "hey, this is me, mine, where I belong".

I want to plant my seed, but where? Whenever I start blooming, I get moved again. The soil is never the same. I have to recondition myself over and over, while I just want to bloom effortlessly. 

Is this it? Growth. Regrowth. To never feel comfortable. Is this the whole point?

Perhaps.

Love

What does love mean to you? How does it feel?

To me, it feels warm. It feels soft. It feels comfortable. It feels home. Love means letting someone else own a piece of your heart, allowing them to bend it a little, grow it a lot, nurture it, while making sure that your heart is still yours, but shared so that it's not too heavy to carry alone.

Child

I feel like I'm having a second chance in childhood.

A chance to finally be the child I was and will always be, this time without any fear.

I was not understood. Just tolerated.

I was allowed. But not empowered.

This time I'm taking control.

I no longer want to be a bug, tolerated and allowed, but an inconvenience.

Today I am still the same child, but free.