‘Forever’For as long as I can remember, I've always assigned very little value into this one word. I never really thought about it much. Perhaps, I firmly relied on the assumption that ‘forever’ was one of those inherently constant things in life, like the sure way the scorching sun bites harder in the desert.My severe disillusionment came with the shock of losing a loved one. Its saddening, isn't it? The way it takes a reminder of how brief life is to actually appreciate it.But, I'm relearning....

In a world where things move out of control within the blink of an eye and intentions don't always get the desired results, we are tempted to give up in disappointment. Our good deeds tend to be futile, the dreams seem better in our heads than in reality and we are forced to throw in the towel and surrender. Hey! My friends I call you to please come back, don't give up just yet let's try one more time. It's those who try one more time who get the result. They are the ones who win the race, they...

The LGBTQ community is one of the most discriminated and abused minority in the world. The quality of life for people in the LGBTQ community is still terrible compared to almost any other minority group, but it is slowly getting better. More laws are being passed to protect the rights of these individuals, public acceptance is rising, and hate crime is lowering, but the progress is pathetically slow.Ever since the 2015 ruling of Obergefell and Hodges - banning laws preventing same-sex marriage...

We wonder why our world is lacking peace and is full of so much corruption. Let me tell you why. I won’t preach, but I will give you a scenario.Imagine this: a child is born into this world. His or her parents/guardians focus on this child’s humaneness, ability to understand and be intune with his/her emotions, and sending goodness and kindness out into this world.Tell me this: Do you see that child growing up into an adult that has the capacity to hold a gun and slaughter… someone? Do you see t...

Who are we outside of our Facebook profiles and Twitter accounts? How do our lives look when we are not sharing our daily life routine through Instagram? What kind of life are we leading when we are not surfing the internet? Or let me ask this question: Do you know how the world looks like outside the four walls of your social media accounts?It has been a long time since I shared a new blog with you my friends, and the simple reason is that I was going through a life changing experiment, through...

In The History Of Hindu Mythology, Ravana, The Demon King Was Killed By Unity Which Symbolized That Good Alone Triumphs Over Evil And thus, Prevailed Peace And Harmony. But After Centuries, Is The Ravana Truly Dead…Or Is He Still Alive? Do We Still Have To Fight For Peace? THE FIGHT FOR PEACE……Ravana died; came the light,In the history of world, an antagonist died.But, did all the evils hide,To make my world look like a pious bride?Have I got the world...

Often times, I sit back and wish that something could last forever. But when I try to visualize it, it seems nothing more than a faded blur of a never ending walkway. The aspect of wishing that something last forever, is another way of not wanting change. We are all accustomed to certain things, and slight changes can hinder that, and cause us to react differently. Some of us might not like change; I know I usually don't. Mankind functions in a way where we want to feel comfortable, we want to f...

Dear youth, act now, not tomorrow.The global population of youth, as of October 2016, stands at 1.8B, the highest number ever recorded with the majority of them hailing from developing countries. Currently, youth around the globe are dealing with problems like unemployment, illiteracy, political exploitation, health issues like HIV & AIDS, and absence in the decision-making arenas. With all these challenges, it might seem that young people in many parts of the world lose motivation to addres...

JOINTLY WRITTEN BY ME, LINH AND JEANPeople would always tell me that I resembled my mother --- we both had brown, curly hair, deep, brown eyes, and a tall build. I was always proud of the fact that I did, in some ways, look like my mother. I felt that our resemblance connected us in a way that could not be described by words. It was an invisible bond that could only be shared between mother and daughter.I was 11 when my parents dropped the bombshell --- I was adopted. I could not believe what I...