Kenn Tenorio

Some days, I just want to be a mess, to make a mess, to be messy.

Let that fire out. Let it out so it lights up the world and doesn’t kill you from the inside.

Through every heavy breath, I vow to remind our lungs how to function.

Imagine a version of life where you have the conscious ability to tune in to your own body and listen to what it needs.

We have forgotten how to dip in the pool, or gaze at the sunset, or climb mountains without judging the environment’s worthiness of making it to our feed. 

Living slowly allows you space to be grateful for a present that’s been given to you or be apologetic when a sorry is in order.

Love is not a prison.

Life is not a race, and it is definitely not a contest. Sometimes, the small things are actually the big ones, and the best things in life aren’t even things.

Nothing screams “LIES!” louder than #RelationshipGoals posts all over social media. I’m not saying that these posts aren’t real or didn’t actually happen in real life. What I’m saying here is that these posts do not determine how real or successful anyone’s relationship is.

I’m not dainty, intelligent or appropriate.

There you are. Wiping the sweat off your forehead after another long and torturous day of wondering where I am.

You would have infinitives that you truly hold close to your heart and a couple of onomatopoeic mixtures of syllables that give music to your life. You would often be misunderstood, but you’d never be boring.

1. I need you to have a traveler’s heart.

When I was in first grade, we were asked in English class to write about our “Happiest Moment In Life.” I’ll be completely honest: I do not remember what I wrote at all.