The Wandering Thought.

I had nothing against tattoos, but for me I always thought that even if I'm getting one; it must have a meaning. I never thought that I’d one day have them. I know that if I had to get something that would be permanent has to hold a lot of meaning so I wouldn’t ever want to remove. It would be such a hassle otherwise. I’ve had my first tattoo since 2014 and it is my eldest aunt’s name. “Donakor” it was rewritten through her handwriting that I showed it to one of the best artists I know.😊 The name means someone who is polite and has good conduct. I decided to dedicate my first tattoo to her because she meant (still mean) the world to me. She was my mother, my teacher and my best friend who always pulled me up when I would be at my worse. She passed away in 2012 after battling uterine cancer. She fought for three years and then finally succumbed to the disease. She was the most courageous person I have ever known. She faced each day with a smile. Ever since I could remem...

The past few days have been horrifying to say the least. I was focused on the negativity around so much that I lost sleep and unable to concentrate on anything. Last night while I was rewatching a family-based series, it suddenly dawned on me that even with what’s happening and if I don’t ever wake up, I will be happy with the fact knowing that I was loved. I was loved by my grandparents. Not that they were perfect, but to me they were the reason that I am and what I am not today. My heart was full, and tears came running down while reminiscing their love and how they would shield me whenever there were gun shots just outside the house. Along with shielding me, they always shared words of encouragement and not to give in to cowardly actions or hatred and to always be brave and face my obstacles head on. So, this morning, I woke up with my heart full and made a promise to love harder and be kind as kind could be. No matter who or what we are, it’s always good to know that we a...

"Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over." -Nicole Sobon. I find it very hard to let go and sometimes grief takes over in waves and I find myself consumed by it. It is extremely difficult for me to not feel these waves, but for once I have decided to try some thing that would soothe me and remind myself of the reason why I need to let go. So earlier this year when I visited my mother I was happy that my daughter could learn the art of growing our own vegetables which I never focused as a child or as a young person. At five years old, I was too pampered and never did anything physical. (I regret that now :P) But on a hopeful note, my daughter got to experience the life that I never did. We helped my mother in caring for the plants and vegetables; and it was such a happy feeling when we could harvest what we had planted as soon as we reached there. Completely organic and I wish we could live like this without a care in th...