On unconditional love

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I don’t mean to be preachy but writing out my thoughts is so meditative for me.  I’m a bit obsessed with all things people, psychology, the human condition, religious/ spiritual teachings and relationships. Society tells us so many different things on the “correct” way to do things.  The acceptable way to behave in society.  How you should contribute to society.  These are the qualities a decent human being should have.  What to look for in a man.  What to look for in a woman.  Be yourself, but follow these terms. I’ve stopped caring about what people think or have to say about MY life and how I should be living...

What do I really want?

Sometimes I find myself dangling on the edge of a cliff.  Not a real one, obviously.  And the stupid thing is, nobody even pushed me or anything.  I kind of put myself there.  After two and a half years of being in my current relationship, I find myself clinging so hard to the love that could be vanishing. I would push and push harder until he withdraws.  This is really harming my spiritual growth. Like the other day, while we were doing laundry, I asked him to take a walk with me to Starbucks.  He said, “Neh.”  Logically, knowing him, I should have interpreted it as- “no thanks, I don’t even like coffee...

Are you proud?

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Moving out of home can be scary, especially when you’re learning to adapt to a completely new environment and lifestyle.  Please read part 1 and part 2 of my mini series of things I learned since moving out of home and across the country, if you haven’t already. Somehow, I’ve always felt out of control of my life.  Space.  Money.  Time.  Emotions.  My hair.  I felt like a mess.  I must really really suck at adulting.  I felt like I have so little control.  I was like a can of soda that’s been shaken.  On the outside, I’m like a quiet, cold can of coke.  You just can’t tell. I thought once...

The Difference Between Living in San Francisco Bay and New York City

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Welcome back!  This is part 2 of my mini series of 7 things I learned since moving out of home in NYC to San Francisco.  If you haven’t read my first post, please check it out because I wrote briefly about my background story of how I got to where I am. 🙂 Dun Dun Dun!  The question I get asked the most by my friends: I don’t live in the San Francisco City, but I live in the San Francisco Bay Area.  Not everyone who moves to “SF” lives in San Francisco.  (you’ll see what I mean.)  Comparing that to New York City, that would be someone living in Brooklyn...

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