The Magic You Carry!

Dear Child,

Today is your day.

Not because of the gifts you may receive or the celebrations around you, but because the world is brighter simply because you are in it.

I hope you never stop asking questions, never stop imagining impossible things, and never stop believing that kindness matters. The way you see the world—with wonder, honesty, and curiosity—is something many adults spend their lives trying to rediscover.

There will be days when you feel brave, and days when you feel afraid. Days when you succeed, and days when you stumble. Through all of them, remember this: your worth is not measured by your grades, your talents, your appearance, or what others think of you. You are valuable because you are you.

Keep your heart open. Laugh loudly. Dream boldly. Be gentle with others and with yourself. The world needs your creativity, your compassion, your unique voice, and the beautiful things only you can bring.

May you grow up surrounded by love, protected by kindness, and encouraged to become exactly who you are meant to be.

And whenever life feels uncertain, remember that there are people who believe in you, cheer for you, and hope for your happiness—even before they know your name.

Happy Children’s Day.

With love and hope,

Kairo! 🌍❤️👧👦✨

The Psychedelic Road Trip: Grief

Describe grief. There are no words or amount of phrases that will constitute a complete sentence to it. It is an indescribable road trip all of us, liking it or not, will one day end up taking, whether by boat, plane, bicycle, bike or automobile of feelings on a bind, whatever way, it will happen unless we go first, and how we deal with it is one potato soup of bridges. It is an avalanche of thrifty separation, an anxiety of discarded collective uncertainties that pour like rain drops at moments notice. Not a roadmap was ever designed on how to best circumvent the thunderstorm of feelings wrapped around the chest of incurable cheats, as it is an individual journey, but time in the long run is the best antidote in the market. How long will one be stuck on taking the pill?! Only God knows. Keep the faith. Don’t despair. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Be strong, they say, but what can I say? It has only been ninety five days?! I am still looking at the door. It ain’t opening. It is still closed!🤷🏽‍♀️🕊 ✝️

About Yesterday

About yesterday when you felt the earth moving, you thought the headaches were left behind, your wrongs stuffed in a pile of manure and new engine got started. When a bird sang you a lullaby and you thought it was a new tune. The clock went plus one, the apple came down and you thought miracles were around the corner and issues would vanish at the click of a magic wand, tales would not tell a lie but different, you got a new lease on life, all soundly flipped like a fiddler on the roof. No, they are here and it is. Hope. Faith. Love. Grace. Kindness. Patience. Belief. Trust. Merci and Gratitude. Drain them, put them all in a pot, crunk the oven, bring it to a boil 365 days and voila, a great recipe for life’s journey and naughtiness. Life is for the living. Cheers!

© Angela Aguiar