Why is it that heroes are always characterized as brave?
In every story and movie I know, the hero (despite whatever shortcoming they have), is always being depicted as courageous. The Gryffindor. The dauntless. The brave warrior. The valiant avengers. Why? Why can’t we be heroes without being brave?
I thought about this from time to time. Why can’t someone be considered a hero simply because he’s smart? Because she’s kind? Because they’re honest? Or simply because they quietly follow the rule and doesn’t hurt anyone?
I’m not brave. I never was.
Continue reading Why Courage?
. . And though I’m here trapped within the woods with their snares wrapped around me . . . I looked up to the sky, and see the sun above.
And I know, that everything is going to be alright.
//Photo taken by me, at Hakone, Japan.
“What makes you think you deserve more, if you can’t appreciate what you have right now?”
We don’t necessarily have to accept the status quo.
We don’t have to surrender or give up striving for something more.
We just have to learn to be thankful.
//A question that I’ve heard from a friend, which made me pause and ponder. And I think it’s a good question to ask, from time to time.
It is not light that we need, but fire.
It is not the gentle shower, but thunder.
We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.
Sometimes I wonder if plowing hard for work is worth it. And I often dream that I can escape to a faraway land, live in the midst of a beautiful green rice field or the ocean, spending my days doing nothing but collecting seashells. And how wonderful and carefree would that be?
But then I remind myself that humans are designed to do work. We are gifted with intelligence in order to solve problems, blessed with creativity in order to create, and empowered with the strength to run a race of endurance… If we choose to.
Continue reading No Comfort in Comfort
We cried and we laughed. We argued and we joked around. We fought and we made up. We drifted apart… and yet we never returned.
And as I stare into the distance, I wonder if our friendship ever crossed your mind.
Continue reading It’s hard to say goodbye. But it’s harder to say hello again.
If you could go back and rewrite your history, would you take it? And would you let others take it?
vienna noreen asked me to write about Second Chances… which I think is an interesting topic to write on, because simply there are no clear “right” or “wrong” answers. Every case is different, and everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and we all have our own preferences.
But I think in most cases, it’s divided into 3 categories. Personal injuries, wrong doings in a professional setting, and severe, law breaking cases.
For much of my life: I live by a simple conviction, “do to others, as you would have them do to you.”
And that’s why, I think that it’s important to Always Forgive, but Never Forget. Forgiveness is something that I will always hope I have the privilege of receiving. I would never want a person to hold a grudge on me. Just like everyone else on this planet, I often make mistakes as I’m figuring out my life. So what right do I have to hold a grudge against another? Continue reading Second Chances
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth. -Sylvia Plath
I was reading this some time ago, and it fascinated me. I began to ponder about shadows, and their beauty.
Shadows, for me… are the real story behind smiles in photographs. The hidden, imperfect world behind pretty facades. We are always attracted to the bright things, and automatically shield away from the darker sides.
And though looking at the bright lights can be seen as a source of inspiration, sometimes the darker side tells a story that reaches far deeper into our hearts.
The shadows are the ugly reality but also the beautiful truths. The fragile humanity, along with the struggles and the tears. And the untold stories too precious to be put into words and too deep to be simplified into colorful photographs.
Continue reading Talking Shadows