Winter arrives with its icy song. As the north wind brings the…

The beauty of perfection is not in its arrival, but in the ongoing pursuit — I took a step back to gain the full view. Blobs and chunks of colors combined added dimension. Deliberate strokes of thick paint are visible in the finished piece. If it drips, it will most certainly ruin someone’s carpet. It was messy but in a unique sort of way. The…

Nothing is ever truly gone — The smell of pine needles, wood smoke, and cinnamon permeate the chill December air. Soon a fine sheen of sugary frost will cover everything in sight. There’s something about the quiet month of December that sneaks up on me unannounced. …

We often get another shot at life but not the way we imagined — We can dream of an expanded version of our lives if we refuse to give up pursuing happiness. We seldom get everything right the first time. Isn’t it great to have another chance to take life by the horns and give it another go? …

Ghosting is the coward’s way out — We don’t communicate anymore. We don’t tell others how we feel. We’d rather disappear and let people wonder what happened to us. We leave words unsaid, feelings unresolved, and promises unfulfilled. Maybe I’m old school. Where I come from, people communicate. We express our emotions, whether we like them or…

What are you doing with the eternity you have today? — My eyes gaze upward to the heavenly stretched canvas communicating to me in visual-dream language. The evening sky displays sweeping shades of violets, oranges, and yellow. I feel my heartbeat pounding gently against the background of crashing ocean waves. …

We are not friends or lovers but strangers with the same memories — Our eyes met across the room. I felt the uneasiness rising. I started to fidget, trying to act normal, whatever that meant. It was a strange and awkward feeling. Was it the excitement I felt? How should I react when I bump into someone who once shared my life, laughter…

Recognizing the difference between helping and harming — I felt my body temperature rise as I turned and headed for the door. What is wrong with people these days? After many centuries of existence, I thought we would have mastered effective communication. Wisdom, whatever that means, is expected to come with age. Mature people would know the difference…

Sometimes it takes greater courage to walk away — If people understand how it feels to hurt, will they do it knowingly to others? Will they feel a lump rising in their throat or their heart weighing them down? Wouldn’t it haunt them day and night knowing they’ve brought tears to someone’s eyes? You’ll never understand what’s hiding behind…