We are survivors


Just look what grows in between the wooden dock and concrete border that separates the dock from the lake on the Harbourfront! 


Little pretty yellow flowers! In order to capture this tiny fragile beauty, swept away and bent to all sides with the wind, bent, but not broken, I hand to kneel. And the people walking past me probably looked at me and thought that in my torn jeans kneeling in front of the lake and muttering something to myself, I was one of those crazy people let on the loose in the city while in fact I was just somebody captivated by the beauty of the nature. As I looked at that flower, I told it that we were both survivors. The wind might bend us to the ground but we would still get up and bounce back. 

In high school, my cheerleading coach used to say, "Don't you ever quit." All coaches used to say the same thing to the teams they coached. And only half of my life later I learned from a motivational Instagram post (of all places!) the other part of this wisdom, "When you get tired, you don't quit. You learn how to rest." With my go-go-go mentality, I'm still struggling with learning how to rest but I promise, I will get better. 

Toronto. The city of beautiful hearts. My home.

"We are billions of beautiful hearts." Pink 🎢 


New York may be the city of blinding lights, but Toronto is the city of beautiful hearts. And I am constantly humbled by all the kindness they show to all the different people who live in this city. Small acts of kindness do not go unnoticed, and I wish I had enough words and creative talent to capture them all.

This beautiful city where diversity and multiculturalism and not just marketing words masking hostility towards one another; where they are understood and, most importantly, felt in the community, in the society, in everything around us. There are so many things that separate us. Why should we think about them if we can think about all the thin us that unite us?

From Toronto with love,