Suffice to say.

I am the woman
behind the woman that
I am.

Fighting paper
battles and
winning week-long

In urban
glass meadows
with Friday night


If you find yourself restless
lying awake in the middle of the night
untangling your limbs in the
stifling heat of your covers and
why you feel homeless
-trapped within familiar walls.

I’d like to ask you
one thing.

Do you
only for
the sake

The Fresh Graduate

There’s this quote I’ve been rolling around in my head for quite a while now. I’ve heard it from this lovely movie entitled “The Best Marigold Hotel” which I highly recommend whether you’re a fresh graduate or not. (Follow it up with its sequel The Second Best Marigold Hotel -it’s quite a laugh)


Graduating is the end of an era. But it is also the beginning of a new one.

It’s such a cliche bullshit to say but it’s true. As much as we hate to hear it loads of times from the people around us, it rings the truth.

Most recent graduates -as I have come to realize lately- are still in total denial of that fact and yet I can’t really blame them for thinking thus. We had been students for most of our lives and that’s basically all that we know, unless you’re one of those lucky kids who have found their passions in life much earlier than most of us unfortunate ones who are still floating around languidly letting every day push us into whatever downstream or upstream rush. We -and I’m not really speaking about all of the millennials in general- know nothing about being an adult because we had been hardwired to listen to them far back as we can remember. Even by the time we are legally considered as adults, we still look for that “adult” presence that will guide us in some ways more than one.

It is a wonderful privilege to be young. To be allowed to be foolish for even such a short time simply because you don’t know better just yet. To be able to savor the peak capacity of your body. To do all these things simply because you have the energy and the time to do so.

Youthfulness is a privilege given to us quite naturally that we catch ourselves forgetting that this won’t last long.

In no time, the proud color of our hair will fade into grey, our bones will creak, foolishness is no longer an option -wisdom becomes the natural privilege. And it’s such a scary thought, damn. How can I ever imagine being old when all I’ve ever known my whole life is being young?

“The only real failure is the failure to try. And the measure of success is how we cope with disappointment. As we always must. We came here, and we tried. All of us, in our different ways. Can we be blamed for feeling we’re too old to change? Too scared of disappointment to start it all again? We get up every morning, we do our best. Nothing else matters. “ – Evelyn, The Best Marigold Hotel

Yet, how come some millennials claim to be tired? Exhausted to the degree of mediocrity? Especially after college? Is there something wrong with our society? Is it the way the past generation had raised us into thinking that pursuing financial stability is the only way to achieve happiness? Or is just a global mindset?

The world celebrates the young. So much, that it had provided them with countless possibilities which -as the years go by- grow more that it had certainly become a dilemma. And the youth are struck by these endless possibilities that some of them -I’m not saying all- end up sitting around and spending time wondering which path they should take all the while forgetting that the longer they wait, the more the paths whither into nothing.

We are not young forever.

We should never forget that.