Who knew hours after such bliss and love, an unexpected storm would bring us to realize both the precious nature of our existence and the insignificant nature of our existence.
However, this past week, I came to the realization that I have stopped writing. I realized that negative thoughts have been coming up more during last 3 months, as doubt and uncertainty plague my mind. Important life decisions, choices, rejections and LIFE have numbed me from functioning at my best.
Happiness can only exist in acceptance.
If you couldn’t blame the mercury retrograde, maybe you can blame the full moon.
We reached an agreement. They put their toy guns down. They were full on “shooting” us because war is a distant, but constant reality for these children.
A story that weaves crayons, coffee, divorces, yoga, travel and boxing. For today’s post my best friend and I decided to get a little personal and share a bit about ourselves as we embark on our co-created project, Stega: A Perfect Union.
As a gay man, I am proud. The shame that I carried for many years for being an Armenian gay man has diminished during the past decade as I decided to fully embrace this label and my culturally unaccepted identity. Even years later, during times of great pride, there have been moments where I have caught myself regressing. Then, I quickly… Continue reading Being Gay & Armenian: Shame to Pride
Your lack of self-love, compassion and kindness truly reflect today the hate you were capable of bringing into this world. Your suffering, deeply rooted within the same heart we all possess, “dear” shooter, is leaving huge repercussions to a nation who is already so confused about their state of being. Our notion of violence, to… Continue reading Pray for Orlando. Pray for All Suffering.
You were once a young child, just as worthy of care as any other. Can you see yourself as a child? Wouldn’t you wish the best for that little person? The same is true today: you are a human being like any other-and just as deserving of happiness, love, and wisdom. Buddha’s Brain by Rick… Continue reading LYFT Confessions: The Girl From Iran
Now, did a small part of me stereotype and judge that one from a lower socioeconomic strata will not be tipping me. Yes, of course! Am I proud of that? Not so much. At the end of our ride she pulled out a $5 as would my own grandmother and told me to make sure I buy myself a nice cup of coffee.