Running Through Life
You started running, hand in hand with your father and mother. Then, on your own and smiling, you took your first little runs through the rooms of your home. You fell, but you always got back up. Then came the…
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Cracks of beauty
Forget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in“Anthem” by Leonard Cohen, The Future It took me some time to truly grasp the concept of vulnerability and recognize its importance. BrenĂ© Brown’s 2010…
Welcome to The Three-Story House
Welcome to The Three-Story House—a space where the layers of existence come alive through thoughtful exploration and creative expression. This blog is more than just a collection of topics; it’s a reflection of the interconnected levels of life. Each level…
Stories Shape US and Connect Us
“Human minds yield helplessly to the suction of story.” Whenever I’m tasked with presenting a project status or explaining a complex concept, I find myself turning to storytelling. Why? Because stories have the incredible power to create vivid images in…
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When you arrivedin your suitcase you carriedyour father’s tearsand your mother’s embrace.Sweet hopes,innocent dreams;summer sunsetsand autumn rains.Winter surprised you,you gazed confused at the skywhile immense shipsabandoned the portof your heart.”At night I discoveredmen and womendream alone,chasing a reasonto start over.”And…
For the first timeÂ
She walked away from the blue chamber,on the floor, delicate petals danced upon sharp stones. Â Quickly she reached the door, into the darkness embrace.In her hands, she held a promise,within an empty candy box's hollow,and a ticket, her gateway to a summer's spell.Determination through her veins,amidst a symphony of hushed whispers,passions ignited, a whirlwind of emotions unchained.Yet, as she embarked on the path of her youth,she glanced back and beheld,fireworks illuminating his adobe.She recalled the pair of green roses,nestled at the heart of the garden,and tears streamed down her face,a cascade of longing and fire,every gram of her soul.And for the first time,she felt love.
Epiphanies that linger with us forever.
We are a living tapestry, intricately woven from special moments and encounters, each one imprinting colors, textures, and sensations that define our identities and guide our thoughts. Their significance does not rest in their grandeur or extravagance but in the…
The three-story house
I had been driving all day, chasing the horizon. The road was endless, a ribbon of asphalt twisting through a landscape that felt suspended in time. The trees leaned in close, their branches clawing at the grey sky. My car…