Author: reefmagazine

Relationship & Love Advice 101

(From someone’s who’s never been in one) I recently read this book called “Attached” by Rachel Heller (which I highly recommend) and I now firmly believe I am a fully qualified counselor for relationships. Despite never being in a romantic relationship myself, I thought I came up with some pretty darn good advice that hopefully, I can take myself when (or if) the situation eventually occurs. 1. Be unapologetic about who you are. A no brainer (duh), but you shouldn’t be changing yourself for anyone, no matter how attractive they may be. Be authentic to who you are, and you’ll attract the like-minded. Don’t like football? Then disagree! Do you get easily attached? Then don’t pretend you’re unaffectionate! If they aren’t interested in you, then at least you know they’re not worth your time because you were being yourself. Own your quirks and passions, girl. 2. Communication is key. Literally, so freaking essential to any good partnership. Linking on with my last point, know what you want from a relationship and tell it to your …

Up, Up and Away

 “For once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and for there you will long to return.” This is a quote by Leonardo da Vinci, neatly captioned underneath a photograph I once double tapped on Instagram. I remember scrolling past this and thinking of how it made me feel. Like a loose thread, it unraveled a little bit more than I was hoping for and here we are, backtracking to December of 2013 – the year I moved from my home in Cape Town, South Africa and ventured to Rotterdam, Netherlands. At the time, my family had arrived in winter, a winter I wasn’t used to as this December was far from the cozy sunshine that once lit up my old room in the morning and the golden sands my feet would sink into on lazy afternoons. No, this was different; it was pouring with rain and each howl of wind felt like a cold slap in the face. We had settled in …

Human Construction of Time

Who created time? Who decided that time was a necessary function of human society? The first device created to measure time was invented in ancient Egypt in 1500 BC (thanks, wiki). But what about before that? Were people aware of time as a concept? Time is nonetheless, extremely convenient for our world today. Without it, we wouldn’t know when to show up to work, when to meet our date, or when our favorite TV series starts. Yet when you ponder on the concept of time, it becomes hard to describe. Evidence proving the past existed is created through memories, photographs or artifacts. While the future remains non-existent at all. Imagine explaining how the past and future work to someone who has never heard of time. We could say that the past is events that have occurred before this moment, whilst the future consists of events happening after this moment. But what do both these explanations have in common? They use the present as a pinpoint to define the past and future. So in essence, the …

The Benefits Of A Solitary Walk

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 8 am. I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on a carefully selected all-white ensemble. I prepared for my day – a camera, my feet, and rose colored glasses. Today, I promised myself, I would get out of the rut. And I did. For the past few weeks, I’ve felt a quiet yet unmistakable decline in my creative drive. I’ve had so many thoughts and notions – only the beginnings of ideas – but as of late, the desire to express them has outweighed the actual ability to bring them to fruition. The last time I felt truly inspired and felt confident in my ability to express it was on my vacation to LA nearly a month ago; far too long to feel this way, in my opinion. I’ve felt this before, and certainly, I’ll face similar slumps in the future. And over time, I have noticed that for as many moments in which another’s company has brought me out of the inspiration-less shadows, time alone has done the …

Discovering Your Passion & Holding Onto It

Isn’t it quite ironic to have a fear of professionally pursuing your passion? The question struck me somewhere in the midst of my freshman year of college. I frequent this thought often, not obsessively but concerningly, because is there really such thing as it being too late? I began contemplating the irony as I was realizing what my passion truly was, those times where the amount of praise I was receiving from my professors regarding my writing overwhelmed me, my body instantly captivated by this inexplicable feeling of pride and happiness. There is no better feeling than being commended for successfully accomplishing something that involves your passion, that one thing you always wholeheartedly put yourself into. I was told that my writing was powerful enough to “inspire, influence and ignite,” words I would have never personally used to describe the one thing that I, ironically, took the most pride in. I have always been fearful of being too cocky, that taking pride in my writing would get me scoffed and laugh at by people who …

The Inner Garden

I had to lose you to become myself again. It’s sad and I wish there would have been another way, but since humans are not supposed to change the past, I’m finally getting along with my life without you. I had to lose you, surround myself with a bunch of new friends and travel to Berlin all alone, to figure out that you breaking up with me – which by the way was the scariest and most terrifying thing ever – set me free to finally being myself again. I struggled for years with the dissatisfactions in my life. Unhappy with how things were, how things turned out and finally with me. I used to think of myself as a weak person. Being unable to be alone, unable to lay in bed with an empty space by my side and in need of someone planting and caring for the flowers growing inside my body. Growing inside my heart. Growing in my inner garden. But I sleep alone now, I sit on my balcony, looking at …

Three Years, Three Countries

I grew accustomed to moving at a young age. You could say my parents have “itchy feet”, as staying in one place for long periods of time has never been their strong point. By the time I started third grade, I’d lived in three out of fourteen states on the East Coast. To say the least, I live a relatively nomadic lifestyle. It became a routine for me; packing up, shipping out, and preparing myself to adapt to a completely new environment. I was young then, so I never really viewed moving as a beneficial change. To me, it was being torn away from the place I called “home” at the time. My friends, my house, my school, my life as a whole. Can you blame me? Moving was a huge step for a melodramatic child. But eventually, it turned into something comfortable. By fourth grade, we’d settled down – temporarily. A sleepy town in rural North Carolina molded its way into my heart, becoming my “home base”. I recognized and embraced the fact that …