a little piece of me. things that interest me, represent who I am. 20 year old of first nations, mexican, and chinese descent. taking a break from my travels to continue my schooling. first year college student in the bachelor of arts degree, obtaining a degree in anthropology or history before going into environmental law or first nations politics. have my cosmetology certificate as well. not really sure as to where my path will lead me. my hobbies include fire poi, cosmetology, reading, traveling, sky diving, white water rafting, writing, baking, playing the djembe, anime, shopping, hair, etc.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connection yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch, it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone, what the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that it calls home. And when it finds it the transformation begins.