I hope some day to bake the perfect cookie :)

I guess I believe in the joy of little things...

Bahá'í International Community's letter to Ayatollah Qorban-Ali Dorri-Najafabadi, Prosecutor General

http://bic.org/assets/open%20letter%20response%20English.pdf

Therefore I am...

What a strange relationship there is between sorrow and joy…
I suppose any strong emotion reminds us that we’re alive, that we… are.
A single tear fills our heart to the brim and leaves us worn, exhausted and yet grateful that we’re so blessed as to feel and be moved and be reminded of our simple existence.
It is the moments of sorrow and joy that we will remember when looking back on our lives.
I have cried and I have laughed, I’m tired and worn and therefore I am.

My treat...

When happiness is questioned, a frown replaces the smile.
When faith is questioned, reassurance and trust becomes doubt and fear.
When love is questioned, the butterflies become an upset stomach.
I’ve realized I tend to question all that is good. I wonder if people’s laughs are fake, not to mention my own. Generosity makes me squint my eyes as if that way I can see their true intentions. Either you think I can’t afford it, or you don’t want me to think that you can’t, or you want me to feel indebted to you forever because of a Coke, or maybe you want me to trust you so that you can steal my identity… it’s never just a Coke. Oh, I forgot one: Does he think that makes him a man? Or: Does she think that proves her independence and equality? Actually that one is usually directed towards myself.
Anywho, like my aunt says, I think we should trust our feelings more. Not the ones that tell us to shoot the woman with the mullet, the ones that tell us: laugh, trust, love…

Knock On Wood

Isn't it true that the second we make a decision or come to a conclusion we're tested?
... happens every time...
It's almost like you gotta think twice before you think about something.

It's almost like you gotta to knock on wood after making New Year's resolutions because, God forbid, you might have to carry them through.

Say you decide to be caring and selfless and then next thing you know it's you and an old couple in the rain and only one taxi... and you know you can out run them...

The Dreaded Towel

This past year was one of many realizations. Many things fell into place. It seems a bit late in life to start figuring out who I am, where I belong, where I'm from... but thankfully one of my main realizations has been finding out that I'm not alone, that there are many others like me and that this pubecent confusion I feel I'm going through might very well be a life long companion.

It's incredible that nothing in my life has changed except my perception of it and yet, somehow, that changes everything.

A friend once told me she realized she was waiting, waiting for her life to begin. In my way I think I've always done that too. Whatever I've done, wherever I've been, the friends I've made have been, in my mind, temporary.

I'm now visiting my parents and for the first time ever allowing them to give me sheets, a normal sized towel, pots, silverware... things for my house, things that will weigh me down and although externally I'm just exchanging a hand towel for one that takes up 3 times more space, I'm also accepting that my life is happening right here and right now.

I'm no longer passing though.

How about being human?

We allow ourselves to be animals and we strive to be God
People say, "Be a man!"... "Act like a lady!"
How about trying to be... human??