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.
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.
This is why I write
In a world where we’re quickly losing time and memories, I feel the need to preserve them all before I forget.
Childhood musings
I still dream of fairies and living in a world filled with magical possibilities.
On wistfulness and the past
Sometimes I remember the things I’ve written from the past and decide to publish them sans the heartbreak.
Hello, friend.
One day I pulled my eyes away from my computer screen, looked out the window and asked myself, “Have I really been living?”
