a daylight dream

 I went for my first walk in around a month and it was quite mesmerising. the word is surely preparing itself for spring in the most subtle ways— buds cocooned in cold, dry calyxes, birds circling around treetops and the weather reaching its climax in riveting winds, rains and snowfalls. they greyness is infinite, coalescing in a million shades, turning the experience of existence in one of eyes praying and longing for the sun. on my walk, I thought about labels and boxes. so much of adulthood is in putting confining definitions to our lives in a naive effort to describe who we are. I thought about how many times I have introduced myself to others lately— having to answer quite definitive questions about my path. who I am is usually equivalent to what I do and it’s no surprise why it daunts me to meet adults and have to prepare answers that authentically capture my essence. but you see, we were never meant to be labelled into boxes— personality structures, career prospects and idea...

hello, 2025. I welcome you in my arms, receiving your brand new beginning where I can rewrite the story of my life path. here I am, a woman in so much need of something so terribly new so that I can forget everything about my past and start as someone new. yes, someone new. that is not a typo. there’s so much we need to change around here and I am onto it, make little baby steps as we slide into this year’s seasons. despite all that is there to change, I am grateful that the gift of visualising the year and crafting new intentions is not one of the things on my list. that could stay, along with creating vision boards for all of the beautiful dreams floating in the landscape of my heartful desires. I wish you could see my vision board. it involves a splash of watercolours, piano melodies, the dream of raising a kitten and starting my journey in gardening. also, a travelling spree to where there is a calling sea and perhaps, an umrah. my dreams are nascent, but their vibe are preparing m...