be _fascinated
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In flux, in transit, and in opportunity. By moments, by people, and by stories. From your past 24 hrs, your experiences, and your potential. I'm finding out what I love, trying to do it often, and sharing, here, the fragments of such fascinations in between.Links
"Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow."
Some photos taken from a trip last year à la belle province.
Montréal, pour toujours.
Just imagining where I will be in less than a year from now.
A bientôt, Paris.
sparks and fireworks
Weekends are a wonderful thing. And long weekends just spoil us completely.
Moments can feel endless, and hours stretch on and on to let you bask in the sun and bathe in the sand and look beyond waves in whichever way. Luxurious getaways suddenly exist in our backyards, escape is found on patios, and bellies are filled with good food and laughter. You open your windows to let in light and sounds and heat and noise. And there you go.
A calmness that we can find in the afternoon knowing that tomorrow can just be like this. A restlessness knowing that we can live with abandon for tonight. And repeat until you wonder how did the days go by so fast.
Brave beginnings
“You can never discover new oceans, unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
One hundred percent. I just love that quote, spun from Andre Gide, and I cannot wait to harness that courage within me soon enough.
So here we go. I’m starting this blog to capture my various adventures of sorts to come, because let’s face it, the year ahead is looking quite fine: an exchange in France next Winter, travels to China this summer, embracing my hometown Toronto with every weekend I get, graduating university in T-minus one year from the town of Waterloo, and coasting on the ebbs and flows of everything out there: constantly shifting, innovating, fascinating.
Alas, let’s lose sight. A ship is safe in harbour, but that’s not what ships are for. So let’s sail away from that shore, one ‘ahoy’ at a time.
