It’s a question many of us carry quietly. Sometimes we hide it, sometimes we laugh it off with sarcasm, but we feel it deeply—that longing for a finish line, for a moment where life finally breathes with us instead of against us. We’ve heard comforting sayings like “sau cơn mưa trời lại nắng”  (after rain comes sunshine) or “sau cơn mưa mới thấy cầu vồng”  (after every storm, there is a rainbow). But life doesn’t always follow those clear cycles. Life doesn’t promise. The tre

Who among us hasn’t wondered this? It’s natural to want simplicity. To want straight lines instead of spirals, soft lessons instead of hard ones.  But life isn’t complicated to punish us.  It’s complex because we are complex—layered beings with layered emotions and layered evolution. If everything were simple, we’d never stretch, deepen, or grow into who we’re becoming. And the truth is, the chapters that shaped us were never the simple ones. They were the ones that asked us

In Vietnamese, we have a proverb “Uống nước nhớ nguồn,” which means “When drinking water, remember its source.” Simple words, but they carry generations of wisdom. It’s a gentle reminder to never forget where what sustains us comes from. And somehow… in some miraculous way, I find myself returning to this ancient truth, with lots to reflect on lately and more to share in the days ahead. In a world that moves fast and glorifies what’s new, it’s easy to take the “water” in our

I used to wait for signs… for someone to reassure me, for conditions to feel perfect, for some kind of confirmation that I wasn’t about to make a mistake. But waiting for external validation is its own kind of trap, you know? Because then your life is never really yours. You’re not here to take a passive role. You’re here to evolve. People will always have opinions, and circumstances will always keep changing. Even the most “perfect” condition has its own imperfections. And e

Perhaps not once, but you’ve asked yourself this question more times than you can count. Spoiler alert: it’s not because you’re cursed (of course). But it’s also not only because you’re being tested to see what you’re made of. It’s true—no one builds strength in seasons of comfort. You don’t realize how resilient you are until life stops being gentle on you. Remember back then? The very things that felt unbearable at the time are the same things that formed you. Not by accide

The older I get, the more clearly I feel my root as a Vietnamese woman and the indelible imprint it leaves on me. Our homeland’s history is the work of making and keeping a country, and through every chapter, women have held the line. Beyond the heroines who fought on battlefields were the women at home who did it all—stocking the front with food and medicine, holding families together, raising children alone, cooking, mending, nursing. If something needed doing, they did it.

There’s something so healing about expressing and creating art through our own physical bodies that no machine or AI can replace. Yes, one day, the line between what’s real and what’s artificial might become impossible for human eyes to distinguish (or is it already?) but unless we experience it ourselves, it’s easy to overlook how art doesn’t just heal the audience. It also heals the artist. No one heals by rushing the process or optimizing for the outcome. Healing isn’t a d

There are moments that need no edits, this is one 🤍 I’ve noticed a strange shift within myself since turning a new age—not in a way that feels uncomfortable, but like moving into calmer waters after years of powering through seasons of storms. What happened on my birthday this year touched me so deeply that I’ll never forget it. Words can’t describe how grateful I am, and this moment during our gratitude ceremony at Etereo made me break into tears afterwards. I didn’t know h

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