When paper meets pen, the potential and possibilities are limitless. The power of a single pen explores the boundless capabilities of my curiosity, as I write big ideas on little pieces of paper. These ideas are often my version of the truth, of how life works, but never have I truly encountered the truth. The…
When we stand against hate and violence as a united nation, we reinforce our values of pluralism, acceptance and love that represent who we are as a country. It is through compassion and love that we foster safety and togetherness within our societies, as we celebrate our differences to better understand one another as human-beings.
“People who are bisexual have to live with the knowledge that they could lose everyone they care about with just two words.” My initial research into what it meant to identify as being bisexual held terrifying promises such as these. Words that I initially dismissed as untrue or perhaps an exaggeration. When I first came…
“I demand the independence of woman, her right to support herself, to live for herself, to love whomever she pleases, or as many as she pleases. I demand freedom for both sexes, freedom of action, freedom in love, and freedom in motherhood.” ~Emma Goldman 1897 The battle of gender inequality has been around for centuries…
We live in a society where females are still treated with less importance than men. In some areas of the world more than others, women experience discrimination, segregation, and of course gender in-equality. Some girls are still not allowed to get educated simply because they are women. Others are victims of sexual assault and are…
Fight. What does this ensemble of five letters mean to you? What memories – but more importantly emotions – are evoked when somebody mentions FIGHTING, or speaks of a FIGHT? Is the first thing that pops into your mind an argument you had with your significant other regarding which of Starbucks six new frappuccino flavours…
Alone and wondering, “Who am I?” A question that I’ve been thinking about for years, struggling to find the answer to, however for some reason I feel as though that question is incomplete. It should really be “Who am I, and who do I want to be?” Or is it, “What do I want to be?”.…
We’ve all seen one, talked to one, and perhaps fallen for one, but in the end once a jerk always a jerk, right? As a member of the female gender, I find that we always tend to fall for the “bad boy” or at least the vast majority of teenage girls. A lot of the…
Could you imagine having to pick either living life to full fill your passion and to live for the love of your life or to die in order to be reunited with your family? In such a situation what would one pick? Life or death? Love and passion or to be reunited with your kin? At the age…
First off, sorry for not posting in literally forever. Summer really has taken a toll on my productivity and available time, but I managed to find something interesting for you all to read about, so I hope you enjoy it! I was recently scrolling through a tumblr blog when I found a post about introverts,…
Everyone in the history of humanity has had some sort of goal in life; something they have yearned to achieve. Just as we all have goals for ourselves, every person has a purpose in life, even if we aren’t completely sure what exactly that is. At this point in our lives, we are still young…
All of us have dreams. Whether they are practical or not, they are our heart’s desires. They are what we crave for, they make life worth it. But what’s the point if you are living to impress others, neglecting what your heart yearns for? Neglecting what you were made to do, neglecting those talents that have…
In general, most people often like to fantasize. We like to imagine worlds where toil and poverty doesn’t exist, where diseases, eradication and wars are a thing of the past; worlds where we are the controllers of our lives, without the presence of any over-bearing individuals pushing us around. That’s one of the main reasons…
At times we all feel afraid, we all put up a facade hoping others might not really recognize who we are. Afraid to be hated on? Afraid to be lonelier than we already are? We put up walls, and plaster them with posters of lies. So no one can really know who we are right? Because yes…
Many of you have probably heard of the tumblr “teenager posts”. Anyways, I was scrolling through it a little bit ago, and I found this one. At the time, it seemed cute and thoughtful and deep. The more I look at it and read it, the more I start thinking about it. I think this…