Christmas is fast approaching. The weather turns and the daylight hours start to dwindle. But still, there are those days when I choose to be completely devoid of..
“Hailing from the bustling streets of Cuba, paint my heart a striking orange and serenade it with an aptly tuned Reggaeton. Let the infamous vibrant cobbled beauty be our companion to an old dance of love.”
“Marian exudes a certain air of vulnerability because of her soft, angelic façade and yet upon closer look, you’ll see that she’s a go-getter, a fierce, passionate woman.”
All this summer writing makes me want to hit the beach, drown myself in fresh coconut juice and book passages. But I’ll settle for playing in a field of hibiscus blooms for now.
We’ve all had our fair share of stupid pursuits in the hopes of attaining either short-lived happiness or lifelong zeal. But how do we distinguish the difference between these two? How do we separate simple, shallow pleasures of life from those that will sustain and fulfill our souls in the long run?
I shoot for the moon. And this kindhearted earth, of which I’m undoubtedly grateful for, allowed me to land on a bed of stars. Light headed. Even in the worst of circumstances.