Author: reefmagazine

Saying Goodbye To a Friend

I walk my friend to her car, preparing for the ever-familiar sting of watching her leave. I’m saying goodbye to her for another six weeks, concluding only a short blissful weekend spent together after long months apart. But what follows is unusual – and I find that it has been happening more frequently – there’s less pain when we pull away from the hug, and as I walk away I don’t feel the anxious need to turn around and verify that she’s really disappeared into the night. I don’t love her any less than I did on the evening of our first significant farewell (the night before I left for University; embarrassingly full of tears) – if it’s even possible, I love her more. But something in each of us has shifted. After years of what can only be defined as cursory visits, we both share an understanding that nothing will change following this separation, just as everything remained the same in the wake of our last. Long distance, long term, friendships. Perhaps not as …

Spiritually Awakening Books

Well, I might as well admit it. I’m a self-confessed, hippie-loving, vegan, spirituality preaching yogi who adores reading self-help books. And no, you don’t have to be one of these people to really benefit from reading these kinds of books! They are honestly just so great in providing a different perspective on the world and allowing yourself to become more self-aware – both of negative habits to rid of, and of positive attributes to develop. Here’s a short summarized list of quality books, which have helped me in my spiritual awakening (or basically helped improve myself as a human being). The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle Behold probably the god of the self-help book industry – The Power of Now. In a quick summary, it teaches us the importance of being present in this moment -not feeling guilty about the past, or anxious for the future. It explains the key concept of eliminating internal suffering created by our ego, which is essential to be mindful of the present. Key quote: “Realize deeply that the …

Torn Apart

So much has happened since the last time I wrote. I didn’t put my thoughts down on paper for two months or so. Everything was all over the place… But now that I settled down into my new bedroom, my mind is more clear and I can clarify my thoughts a little more. One of them has been taking all the place in my daily daydreaming. I am so torn apart between two visions of life.  I just feel like there are two individuals, with different mentalities but the same dreams, taking place in my heart. The struggle of being a Gemini, maybe. That’s what my grandmother would say. The first person is fairy-like and quite shy. She stays in her bedroom all day long, doing all the things she loves the most. Drawing cute little things. Reading inspiring books, or rereading Jane Eyre. Writings short stories or her daily life in her journals. Composing a new song on the piano and trying to fit the melody with the lyrics. She isn’t really into socializing, and it’s …

10 Things To Remember Daily

1. You’re doing great. I think we get caught in the mindset that everything is turning to shit, that nothing is going our ways and that basically, we’re incompetent. I recently listened to a podcast by Stephanie Yu and it said to look at each day as an ‘episode’ of your life – like a TV series. At the end of a very dramatic episode of your favorite show, we’re usually so excited to see what’s coming up next and how the characters will overcome their current problems. Well, it’s same as your life – another day, another episode, but somehow things will work out, no matter how horrible this current episode is. 2. No one really knows what they’re doing. What is life about? Heck, nobody knows and we’re all just trying to figure out this mess along the way. There is no ‘right path’ to follow, and even if we do follow it; it doesn’t guarantee the expected outcome. Social media is such a perpetrator for instilling the idea that everyone is has …

Summer Inspiration

☆ Listen while reading ☆ I’m sitting out watching the setting sun, and the smell of jasmine wafts under my nose. I’ve been home two weeks, but this is the first time it feels like summer. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth from the sun dance across my eyelids, and I wonder what this much anticipated season will hold as I feel it beginning to take over. Every year, around March, a feeling starts to itch in the back of my mind. I start dreaming golden visions of beaches, palm trees, and lemonade on repeat when I close my eyes at night. Anticipation brews as cold winter months come to a close, and I can practically taste the warmth as classes conclude and the sun begins to break out of its shell. It’s my favorite time of year, approaching with an immediacy that no other season can seem to match. Summer has always inhabited a special place in my soul, and just the mention of its name has my heart fluttering with romanticized plans for adventures …

Lessons I Learned by Living Alone

Living by yourself is scary. Moving halfway around the world is downright petrifying. Living by yourself and moving halfway around the world is just crazy. This year, I did all of the above and lived to tell the tale. I have stories upon stories to tell about late nights under the shadow of a castle and early morning coffee runs in Italy. I hiked my way across Scotland and learned how to pack two weeks worth of clothing in a carry-on bag because that’s all the airline allowed. I’ve learned so much this past year but I’ve narrowed it down to a few crucial lessons I’ve picked up along the way: It’s alright to miss home. It’s okay to want to call your parents more than your friends. Savour their voices as you listen to them talk about their day and how uneventful their week was. Agree when your mother talks about how bitter her coffee was that morning or how horrendous weekend traffic can be. Not everything is going to be a grand story. …

Woven Memories

Delicately sifting through my closet, the pads of my fingertips recognize a garment before my eyes do, and I allow myself to remember. The clothes are color-coded, but that’s wrong – they should be sorted chronologically. I’m spring cleaning; passing forward those items I don’t make use of as much as I used to. Both cleansing and reflective, it allows me to relive so many glorious moments experienced in the garments I contemplate keeping. Vintage Red Chinese Inspired Jacket: Red lipstick smeared across my lips, and baguette clutched in my hand, I wait outside the coffee shop. Gazing down the street, my meandering eyes catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. I wrap my jacket around myself a little tighter, but electricity continues to vibrate across my skin as I relive the memories of the previous hour; Paris served me all of my fashion idols on a silver platter, as we stumbled upon the aftermath of a fashion show I hope to one day attend. My wistful flashback is interrupted by an elderly local man …