According to me, of course. Old folks like to say that we have to give and take when it comes to close relationships because nobody’s perfect. That we have to “take the good with the bad”, especially because relationships are not all about ourselves. But these old folks are missing…

The unexamined life is not worth living. I’m still only in my mid-20s, but looking back, there are things I would tell my teenage self during those “growing up as a teenager” years simply because there were many moments when the term growing pains rang terribly true for me. There…

Let me disprove that. You and I hear that a lot: people reminding us to love ourselves in order to be loved by others. What’s the logic behind that? I presume it’s that when we love ourselves, we accept every part of us and refrain from being critical of ourselves…

Peanut butter and jelly? So uncreative. “If you get right/down to it the new/unprocessed peanut/butter is no damn/good & you should/buy it in a jar as/always in the/largest supermarket/you know” —Eileen Myles, Peanut Butter, Poetry Foundation. What happens when you’re done purchasing a jar of peanut butter? Do you spread…

Yet another poem. Some of us will never belong anywhere but maybe that’s because our hearts beat for everyone even those we’ve never met and even those who cannot see us even on bright sunny days. Or maybe that’s because our eyes always look up to the sky in search of a wild goose of a card to drop us new meanings or take us up and away at last. But most of all maybe it’s because we believe in the power of sunsets to

Let’s get real. Is your default mental state depression? Do you, without knowingly, feel tired to be you, and wonder how long more you have to be on earth, wondering when you’ll finally be okay like everybody else? The thing is, we all have the desire to feel okay, but…

Just attuned. We all need money to survive. But it’s really a different thing altogether when we make money our ultimate objective — For many of us, this happens quite unconsciously, perhaps because there’s always something that needs to be settled, this bill, that check, that loan — from health…

Charity begins at home, home is in your heart. Too bad for me, that it’s only lately that I’ve begun to realize that we all have so much impact on others. What we say, how we respond to others, what we choose to focus on and talk about, and the…

A Poem by Iffah Suraya If you see me like this, leave me be. I’m a night light that will swallow you, Pinocchio-style, whole- you, perfection, has a name it’s you: why do you look for me? Don’t you remember the times I let you believe I would come home? And in the end I built a roof over my own head and let no one in? Not even you? See you’re the breeze everyone lets in with arms wide open and I’m the darkness of the night that unnoticeably constricts;