| This is the 602nd story of Our Life Logs® | “Ma’am, you have been ordered to come with us.” That was what was said to me on one of the...

I was born into a lower-middle class family in the late 1980s in a small town in West Java. Yes, like the coffee...

Through all these years, I’ve gathered wisdom from a deep well of experiences and had opportunities to chase my dreams again and again...

As a young girl, my purpose was as fickle as the wind, but my hope was firm. I wanted to be as loved and as encouraging as I knew my dad...

All of us have been given a purpose—I believe it. Finding it is the challenge, and once finding it, taking the risks necessary to fulfill...

Quitting often means you’ve failed at something, but for me, this was like turning over a new leaf. Now, quitting isn’t exactly a habit...

I grew up without a hometown. As the eldest child of an active duty military pilot, much of my childhood was spent moving from state to...

I had dreams, plans, and a strong will to achieve. When that all went out of the window, I was not left with despair. Instead, I was left...

Growing up, my parents encouraged me to pursue all the dreams I could think of. I remember my dad’s words that have always stayed...

I’ve always been the type of person that would go out and experience something for myself rather than watch someone else do it...

I once read somewhere that, “Theatres are modern churches: huddled masses in the dark, looking up at those in the light, telling them...

My childhood was spent in the small city of Manizales, Colombia. As the youngest in the family, my parents were quite overprotective...

My life was never perfect. I went through some obstacles that would normally scar a child. I experienced losses in my family that pushed...