beauty

  • You Are Not Broken: The Myth of the “Fix Yourself” Era

    You Are Not Broken: The Myth of the “Fix Yourself” Era

    We live in a time when every scroll, every ad, and every influencer whispers the same message:“You could be better.” A better version of you exists, they promise, one who’s fitter, calmer, richer, more productive, more spiritual, more anything.The message is subtle, but relentless: you are a project to be fixed. And yet… what…

  • The Beauty of This World: Walking as Ohana

    The Beauty of This World: Walking as Ohana

    In the noisy marketplace of human voices, where arguments and outrage often rise louder than reason, it is easy to forget how much beauty there is in this incredible world. Ugly words, sharp as thorns, seem to demand attention; but beyond them lies a vast meadow of wonder, waiting quietly for us to notice.…

  • With Your Own Eyes

    With Your Own Eyes

    There comes a time, quiet, slow…when the noise of the world no longer stirs you,when the chase loses its thrill,and you begin to wonderwhat it really meansto be alive. Not to exist.Not to survive.But to live.Fully.Fiercely.With wonder burning behind your eyes. Because peace…real peaceisn’t handed down like a gift.It’s carved,soul-first,from chaos.From heartbreak and stillness,from…

  • Everything I Lost, I Found by the Sea

    Everything I Lost, I Found by the Sea

    It began with footprints… mine, then gone.Washed away by a tide that seemed to knowhow to take what I never meant to give. The sea, wide-eyed and glistening,offered no apology, only silenceand the hush of waves pulling secretsinto the folds of its ancient skirt. I had come here hollow,salt-stung with a loneliness I couldn’t…

  • “Three Little Birds”: A Philosophy of Peace in Feathered Form

    “Three Little Birds”: A Philosophy of Peace in Feathered Form

    A song as light as the morning, and as deep as the soul… It begins not with thunder, but with sunlight.With a melody so simple it floats, like wings, like breath, like hope not yet spoken aloud. Bob Marley didn’t just write a song when he gave us Three Little Birds. He offered the…

  • The First Time I Saw the Ocean

    The First Time I Saw the Ocean

    There is a moment when the world shifts, a quiet transformation, when the air itself holds its breath. It is the moment when the horizon, endless and unbroken, first unveils itself, the ocean, vast and boundless, stretching to the very edge of the sky. The first time you see it, you stand as though…