everything happens for a reason

I used to absolutely hate this phrase, despite being the positive all too cheery person that I am. Everything happens for a reason. I’d hear it said to others, or people would say it to me, and I would almost always instinctively do the biggest eye roll, an eye roll so big that they’d practically come out of my head. I used to think it was the most cliché phrase ever; I used to associate it with something that people would tell each other (or themselves) every time they wanted to feel better about themselves. But recently, at least in the past few months or so, this phrase has started to grow on me. I’ve started to believe it. I’m not sure if it’s Fate or Destiny that is the ‘it’, but I believe that if you take one job over another, it was for a reason and will have…

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turbulent twenties

I don’t know why turning twenty is something that is daunting to me. In reality, it’s just like any other birthday — you age one year, you have some cake, and you spend time with the special people in your life. But this one feels different, kind of like how turning 10 felt like such a big deal when we were 9. New decade, double digits, maybe a faster bike or better toys. But 20, for some reason, feels like an even bigger deal than that. While the fact that it marks a new decade is the same, the possibilities of this decade feel different. There are just so many doors, and behind each door, still so many paths that one can take. To make it even more intimidating, the stakes seem higher because we’re talking about big life stuff — finding the person you’re going to marry, landing that…

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the commute

I have been commuting to work (in Midtown Toronto) for exactly two weeks now, and each and every time I find myself on the TTC subway, the same Ezra Pound poem, titled In a Station of the Metro, comes to mind: “The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.” I had an English teacher in Grade 12 who pulled up this poem during our poetry unit and she talked about how Pound meant to capture how fleeting the glimpses of the faces in the subway were, as each train rushed by him on the platform. I didn’t understand what the poem meant at the time, but now it is all coming back to me. I now think about it each time I commute. As each train comes roaring into the station, I would watch the faces in each car blur and blend together, to…

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why we travel

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Monthly Musings: July

And just like that, we’re in the heat of the summer. (In the literal sense too – just last week, Toronto had broken its highest recorded temperature on that day in 54 years). The children are out of school, the days are getting hotter, more people are flocking to the cottage on the weekends, and the summer barbeques are ramping up. It never fails to amaze me (or scare me) how fast the summer months fly by. This is pretty disappointing since Canada only gets so many months of good weather in a year. This sudden realization scared me in another way in that I realized I didn’t have much longer to do all the things I had originally put on my “summer bucket list.” It’s hard because, for our entire lives, we have all these grand ideas of things we want to do and goals we want to achieve.…

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