| This is the 507th story of Our Life Logs | Courage is in smiles. It’s in bear hugs. It can be found when your mom holds your hand while the doctor gives you the bad news. Courage can be found when a new friend tells you to ignore that bully because you are stronger and more powerful than they’d ever even realize. Courage is found … Continue reading Carve Out Courage
| This is the 441st story of Our Life Logs | You see, I was born to be a free bird. Starting from a very young age, I was fond of traveling, socializing with others, and exploring my surroundings. I basically thought of myself as some sort of daredevil. But to my parents, I was to be a “good” obedient son who would fulfill the dreams they … Continue reading It’s Not the End Yet
| This is the 438th story of Our Life Logs | If I close my eyes right now, I can still recall my worst suffering. If I sit there long enough, I begin to almost tremble. I know I would never be that person again—that person that put her own self through that suffering—but I can so easily flashback to how it felt, in those days, to … Continue reading I Fought Myself
| This is the 437th story of Our Life Logs | “You’ll understand when you’re older.” It’s a phrase that we have all heard growing up. Sometimes that was true. We would grow up, and things from our childhood would start making sense. But some things are always going to be beyond our comprehension; there will be some memories that we will look back on in 10, … Continue reading You’ll Understand When You’re Older
| This is the 392nd story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1980 and grew up in a small coastal town in Scotland. I was the oldest of three children and had a brother and sister. I had what should have been an idyllic childhood, playing on the beaches and forests that surrounded our home. When I was just 11 years old, my best … Continue reading Where Do We Go?
| This is the 355th story of Our Life Logs |Alright, let’s kick this off. This story starts in the early 2000s in Concord, Massachusetts, in middle school—sixth grade specifically—and if I’m to be perfectly honest, it was one of the lowest points in my life. I was never the kind of person who had an abundance of friends. On the bus, I’d find the first … Continue reading These Pages I Escape To
| This is the 341th story of Our Life Logs |“Memories comes alive whenThe earth moves the other wayAway from the twirling painThat rummages through the body;Memory comes alive whenHappiness walks into the parkBlackened by darknessAnd bereft of ideas.”I don’t know why, but my pen found a notepad this bright summer afternoon. I had taken a long nap and had woken up abruptly from a sleep … Continue reading When Memories Come Alive
| This is the 336th story of Our Life Logs |I have lived a life of colors, starting with mostly dark shades until I finally reached the bright hues I’m in today. I was born in 1987 in Taguig, Metro Manila, the Philippines, to a Nikkei-jin (Japanese descendant) mother and a pure Filipino father. I grew up in the highly urbanized and busy streets of Las … Continue reading A Life Full of Colors