This is my hiraya life.
This is a space where contemplation is a conversation, melancholy is our fuel, and nostalgia is our friend. It’s where vulnerability is welcome and understood as what truly makes us human.
This fast evolving world is getting too noisy for our minds that is meant to be nurtured with art and culture, reflections in nature, and poetry and literary pursuits. We need to find more grace-filled spaces and make living everyday a little slower.
Hiraya is an ancient Tagalog word which means a deeper form of sana (hopefully). It is the ‘fruit of one's hopes, dreams, and aspirations’. My desire is to inspire you to also dream, to find your own hiraya life.
All photos are my personal photos unless stated otherwise.
One day I woke up and I was still on the couch
One day I woke up and I was still on the couch. I wasn’t magically whisked away to my bed, my innocence carried back to slumber.
In retrospect
I’ve spent much of my yesterday looking at photos and videos from 2016. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years.
This is my homecoming
A love letter to my solo wanderings and the places that gave me deep peace.
Recreating the Christmas in my memories
I sometimes find myself sitting on the couch with just the Christmas lights on and staring at the lights dance, just like what I did when I was young.