Olive Thanksgiving

Dear fall, Life is sometimes terrifying, isn’t it? Maybe or maybe not because when we choose to embark on this journey of living our truth, things will never stop getting harder and harder. But in this world, there’s nothing more important than choosing to follow our truth. It’s where our soul belongs. Please never stop…

The art of leaving a place

Dear Montreal, Life has changed as it always has. People change as they always do. We call it the law of life. I call it the law of nature. Change isn’t always a bad thing as we always want to believe because it might teach us something important about life, about people and something about…

Braving the wilderness

When I was young, I always thought that life was unfair. I always hated the world for treating everyone right, but me. I always hated those nights of burning the midnight oil while crying my eyes out because I didn’t understand why my life was so different from my peers. I didn’t know the reason…

Hotpot, the spiciness of those Sundays

To me, hotpot represents everything beautiful in my childhood memories. Hotpot is about family, friendships, and many other things I used to love. Hotpot is the memory of running around in our neighborhood while playing hide-and-seek with my childhood friends. I remember getting all sweaty by the heat and humidity of those summer days and…

The beginning of an end

To the 16-year-old kid, who has learnt to survive on his own, has gotten used to the idea of going against the common sense, and has found a path to keep himself grounded in this never-ending proliferation of toxic diversity. He wonders at what time would our divisive society stop giving right for hatred and…

The secret of nature

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” “In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted,…

The story never ends

“Everything in the world was in precarious balance, pure risk, and those who didn’t agree to take the risk wasted away in a corner, without getting to know life.”  “She was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied…

Solitude

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”  “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary…