|Porcelainflower (Hoya carnosa)|
Travel has been one of my ways to fight numbness. It has also been very healing. When you are an immigrant, there is a part of your heart that is never unpacked, still in waiting. You are asked on a regular basis where are you from because of your accent or how you look, forced to re-examine that answer. You were born somewhere, lived in many places, you're from everywhere and nowhere.
They say we are lucky to be able to forget, it's a form of protection. I've always wanted to remember everything, even the bad things. To be alive is to accept the pain that comes with failing and unpleasant experiences while continuing the fight to rediscover wonder and joy. But mostly, know that there are no guarantees, and there is nothing more human than the fear and excitement of not knowing what comes next.