I’m so passionate about spreading positive self-love, especially to people who have anxiety and depression. I really believe changing this inner voice can create a whole magnitude of difference in their lives.
It was yet another rainy day and my cousin, my sister and I were having the time of our lives literally singing in the rain.
At the ripe and all-knowing age of 19, I thought I knew everything about love.
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
I can hear the ringing in my ears, the wind in my hair and his warm hazel eyes on me. It feels like a dream.
Romantic love has been advertised in the same way as pharmaceutical drug commercials; when an attractive couple runs in slow motion down a sun-setting beach and a male commentator with a smooth voice starts proclaiming all the ways this ‘drug’ will improve your life. Then at the very end of the commercial in a very quiet, rushed whisper he admits the side-effects may include heart failure and imminent death. But we were too distracted by this image of perfection to allow the words “heart failure and imminent death” to resonate.
Anytime I opened any form of social media after the election results it felt as if my hair blew back from a flood of screams, shrieks and shaking fists.
While sitting on my flight to Sydney, trapped in the middle aisle seat on a 13-hour flight, I had a lot to think about.
Living life with the attitude of making the most of what we have now leaves so much more room for joy. In the grand scheme of things, we also have an expiration date.
I vaguely remember those elementary school days when I carefully wandered from desk to desk, dropping off a customised Valentine’s Day card to each of my classmates.