storyteller

I’ve never been betrayed by my dog. Can’t say that about most people. And maybe that’s why I love him the most.

I hate shopping. It doesn’t bring me joy the way it does for others. But I do love buying, receiving and being in the presence of books. Maybe it’s because one can never really “own” a book. It’s a shared, expansive imaginary space captured in a tiny form of a book.

Kindness is the most overrated thing in life.

The thing I hate the most about myself is that I empathize with the humans who hurt me. It’s not that I’m trying to find excuses for them. It’s just that I see their trauma. I see that they were hurt and so they hurt me. It’s not fair. It’s not okay. It shouldn’t be justified. And yet, I still can see their pain. I just wish they saw mine too.

Some days it feels like existing as a woman is the hardest thing to do.