Tuesday, October 27, 2015


I need to keep reminding myself that dreams don't happen overnight. Just take the next step, take it one step at a time. What am I doing right now that leads to where I want to be? Am I so consumed with the comfort of "now" that I've forgotten about the bigger things that lie ahead? I can't help but notice that the deeper I fall into this way of thinking, the fire within me slowly weakens. 
I need to reignite my passions - before it's all gone!

Monday, October 26, 2015

A Letter


Do what you want to do. You can't always please everyone. In the end, those who support you will support you no matter what choice you make. And let's say you give into the pressure of other people's advice, and you make a decision that wasn't 100% from your heart. Who do you have to blame but yourself? It's your life and your decision to make. 

So don't think about the others, and go with what's within you. 
I'm always here for you. I love you.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Ben Howard Live

October 7, 2015 - Ben Howard live at the Greek Theater

There is something special about live performances. There's a definitive exchange of communication that occurs between the performer and the crowd, making it something beyond a sit down film or show. It's a kind of storytelling, heart-opening, and interactive environment. 

Ben Howard's performance was overall dark and filled with immense sorrow. I'm not going to lie, coming from a place of vulnerability, it tipped me over the edge. I felt so distraught after the concert, like someone had pestered my soul with sad darkness until it finally gave in. I hated the way it made me feel, but in an odd way it amused me.

Sights of LA: High bridges above cross roads, park avenues lit up by lampposts, small gardens growing in street corners, and rushing water lined up along the borders of the local park. So much beauty and history lies within these few miles encompassing City Hall. 

 October 10-12, 2015 - Hermosa Beach, California

I'll never understand the beauty of how the sky, sun, sea, shore, and sand simultaneously kiss one another for such a pretty sight.

October 17-18, 2015 - Santa Barbara, California

I'll always have a special place in my heart for Santa Barbara. It's the place where I discovered new sides to myself, learned life lessons, and made sweet memories. Each time I'm here, nature surrounds me and enthralls me completely.

^ Santa Barbara coast, seen from the hills P.O.V. at the Goleta Butterfly Preserve cliffs

My heart is filled with wonderful sights and memories. Till the next one.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Vinegar and Oil by Jane Hirshfield

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,
right solitude oils it.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

Coming and going unfinished,
puzzled by fate,

like the half-carved relief
of a fallen donkey, above a church door in Finland.

- Original post on The Atlantic.

The One Who Hears

It's a long, sorrowful night. I feel as though I've lost grip on my life's centerpieces. My eyes are swelling and my heart is faint. In the dark I cry out to You.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Stay Gold

"There's something about you - I can't exactly say, but I know you're different from other girls. You have something within you that others don't have. And I think you need to realize that that's something special. When the world makes you feel like you need to change, to be more like them, don't fall for that. Don't ever change. If you remember anything from tonight, remember to stay gold."

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Creator Spotlight: Justin Kyung Photography

For more artworks, check out Justin Kyung Photography.

No better term than "sun-kissed" hair. 
August 2015, Los Angeles, California.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Back to Shore

You find me
Drowning in a sea of misery,
Engulfed by my memories.

Then out of the blue,
A high wave tumbles over.
Without air to breathe, 
I'm overwhelmed.

As I frantically search for dry shore,
you stretch out your hand.
With a sigh of relief,
I gently take your hand.

Hand in hand,
We race back towards the sand.

-Sola Lee

Thursday, October 1, 2015

All Most Made Up Poem by Charles Bukowski

She’s mad but she’s magic. 
There’s no lie in her fire. 
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, 
only writes to, 
keeps little photographs of.

The xx - I Dare You