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Intro to the Series: K-Pop Demon Hunters

 “K-Pop Demon Hunters. When I first saw a trailer for this movie, I completely wrote it off. And when I heard the name, I assumed that since I wasn’t into K-Pop or Fantasy Genres, this movie wasn’t for me. Oh, how I was so wrong. This little post is serving as my review, and my hope is that everyone who sees this will go watch that movie. Truthfully, I’d go so far as to call it one of the best movies of the decade. This story is beautiful, compelling, brilliant, experimental, relatable, funny, heartfelt, raw, and above all, original. For a really long time, the movie scene has been saturated with films aimed at raking in a profit. Many of the stories we see on the big screen are either pushing an agenda, or trying to bolster the bottom line. This movie plays like a passionate love letter to the art of storytelling itself. It shows reverence to its source culture, and has a displays a deep respect for its audience and viewers. The music is phenomenal, the characters are incredibly h...
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Love, lost.

I reminisce of simpler times in my life, when love was more than a word, and its burden less than the sum of the pieces of my patched up heart. I’ve lived. And loved. I’ve had my heart broken and my emotions betrayed. I may no longer be in the beam of reality’s favor, but I can indulge in the sweet escape of my imagination.   I wish to go return to the excitement that accompanied my first confession. When I hadn’t yet tasted the bitterness of unrequited love. When there was no fear of rejection and the horizon boasted only clear skies. What does it feel like to fall in love with an old friend? To reveal you heart, only to be met with a nonplussed response…. But then have a flame grow out of that? I miss the days when wearing your heart on your sleeve was a sign of transparency and candidness, not weakness and naivety.  I long for the simpler times. When heartbreak wasn’t the rule, but the exception. When people in general were just more forthcoming and real.  I imagine my...
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The point of no return

     I am not a fatalist. I’m an idealist. But truthfully, both are tasked with taking an honest assessment of the human condition and presuming the realistic outcome, even if that perceived outcome is influenced by the nuance of their perspectives. I am deeply concerned about the current trajectory of human progress, and I believe we are rapidly nearing a point of no return.       I recently watched Wall•E: the 2008 animated Pixar film set in what I wouldn’t even call a dystopian age. Dystopia at least implies some semblance of human society. What Wall•E portrays is a brutalist remnant of Humanity’s neglect of its environment, and ultimately, its neglect of itself. The film opens with a jaunty, lighthearted song set to the backdrop of mountains of trash nestled amongst dilapidated skyscrapers. Technology far beyond what we are presently capable of engineering, and yet… not a human to be seen. Fast forward in the film, and we learn that humanity has...
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Before the Lines: A preface

 It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Since I’ve  truly  ‌written for the sake of writing. For the longest time, I’ve felt like my words need to carry weight to be of value, and I’ve measured every new thought against my previous ones, always trying to outdo myself. Always striving for perfection.  Lately, I’ve been exposed to many new colors in my life. A new pallete filled with many types of paint. And I‌ think I’m finally starting to see that words don’t carry weight based solely on what they say, but based on the person saying them. I’ve been discovering that my words carry inherent weight because of the trials, joys, and experiences I’ve endured. I need to learn to not be so hard on myself. I need to write not only the things that the world needs to hear, but the things my heart needs to say. I’ve been writing for others. It’s time I‌ write for myself. And in doing so, I‌ hope to discover an even deeper layer of beauty in this life :) But I‌ also hope to in...
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Intro: Between the Lines

As a student of life, I have a lot of experience. And as a writer, I‌ have a lot to say about those experiences. A lot to share.. A lot to  teach.  But too often, I’ve kept those thoughts bottled up for reasons I’m only now beginning to recognize. For many years of my life, I‌ performed. At least, I did my best to. I‌ was so concerned with what others thought of me that I‌ meticulously curated every part of my life that was visible. Love, I‌ thought, came from cleanliness. From perfection. But real love is messy. A glance at the cross proves that. It allows the giver to make sacrifices without keeping any record, and helps them continue to do so even when they have nothing left in them to give. It isn't wanting the other person, but wanting the best for the other person. Real love doesn't retreat at the first sight of imperfection, but wages on in spite of it. It trusts, and it chooses to understand. But above all, it never looks back.  I‌ think that belief found its way ...
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Overcoming Anxiety

In the beginning was the word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.  He was with God in the beginning and through him, all things were made. Without him, n othing was made that has been made in him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. At the beginning of time, God spoke as into existence, his word is life. And God in the garden sustained Us by his presence.  His presence, provided our Safety and Security, his presence meant our value and his presence defined our identity. In the beginning, we were his people and our God was our vision. But when sin came in that vision  was clouded; what was once a perfect Utopia of Man walking with God, became a scattered reflection of what might have been had w e not rebelled. As Sin drove a  wedge between us and our God, s o was a wedge driven between our hearts and his truths. In  the same way the mountains become smaller, the further you get from them, our view of God became smaller the further our...
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Voyages: A letter to a friend

 " The most painful experiences in this life are those that force us to abandon our spirit for the protection of our soul." Life is not fair. You know this. It can leave us feeling scared, feeling alone, feeling like we’re suffocating and screaming with nobody around who cares to rescue us. It chips away at who we are, often eroding the most wonderful parts inside. This cycle, often out of our control, will begin to shape the trajectory of our lives, leading us to believe lies about the world around us, and lies about ourselves. When we have nothing to balance out a lie, it will continue to grow until it distorts every aspect of who we are and how we see and interact with the world. So let me offer you this truth: Life is not fair. But life is beautiful. Among the most beautiful things we get to experience in this life are Voyages. This is when we’re presented with the chance to, whether by calling or by circumstance, leave behind the lands of our past and journey into un...
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