2.25.2017

Life


There is no other life than this, Meli.

It is the breath you are taking right now; your chest rising, your lungs expanding; your heart beating;

your lips forming a smile, unfolding around your bare crooked tooth

- yes, the one your mom thinks makes you self-conscious, but which in fact you love partly because someone once told you that imperfections define our charm.

Life was the moment when that salty drop courageously let go of the tip of your eye and dove all the way down to your toes out of happiness or sadness.

This is life, Meli, a collection of those tiny or infinite moments we call now. 

2.23.2017

On Circumstances

I have been wondering these days how a little seed would feel if it was born in the wrong climate.

What would it do?

Would it migrate or would it just settle for a suboptimal life?

And what if it doesn't make it far enough?

Or worse, what if it ends up in the right place without it ever knowing?

What a tragedy it would be, little potential flower, landing on the right land but never allowing yourself to blossom?