Monse Cordero
MEXICAN | Music addict | Pseudo runner | Open-minded pragmatist living in Canada writing random stories and personal thoughts of introspection and self-awareness.
IG: @thememorablecactus
YEG | SLP
Family Tradition.
Ever since she could remember, Marina struggled with vulnerability and openness. So much so, that merely thinking about sharing her thoughts or feelings openly, terrified her. She was great at listening, but talking? Not so much. How was it possible that something so common and that came so naturally and effortlessly to other people, could so deeply unsettle her? She always wondered.
Monse CorderoPublished about 17 hours ago in Families
The good, the bad and the ugly.
Tattoos are considered different things around the world. In some cultures, they are treated as symbols of status or standing, symbols of wisdom or enlightenment. They are seen as an art form, a tool of self-expression or sometimes, a simple fashion statement. In others, they are perceived as taboo, unholy, barbaric, or plain tacky. They are thought of as symbols that identify criminals, deviants, sinners or “bad” people of all kinds. My home town is (was?) one of those places…
Monse CorderoPublished 6 months ago in Families
Bright colors for the darkest of times.
Walking through the darkness, silently wishing for company and comfort. My only companion, my thoughts. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a friend and a hug!
Monse CorderoPublished 8 months ago in Poets
I gave away my freedom.
An old friend once told me that fear was a necessary part of life. I disagreed. Still, he argued that fear could be a useful tool, a drive or something of the sort. At the time, I knew I didn’t share his views but I didn't really know the reason why. So, when he insisted and I couldn’t come up with a rebuttal I was thoroughly convinced about, I basically gave in and let it go.
Monse CorderoPublished 8 months ago in Motivation
My unspoken little pleasures.
Just like for the next multimedia-obsessed person, scrolling through my camera roll’s almost seven thousand pictures and videos is, simply put, no easy feat to tackle on any given day; but doing it today, in the midst of all the confusion, anger, uncertainty and bizarre abnormality of what has now become our socially-distant and ever-changing everyday life, was somehow even harder than I expected.
Monse CorderoPublished 9 months ago in Wander
The silver lining outside my window
It’s 12:37am at night, I haven’t been to bed yet and as I lay here for the millionth time since we moved to Edmonton 8 months ago, I suddenly notice the faintest lavender scent from the multi surface antibacterial cleaning solution of the steam mop I went crazy with earlier, while giving the whole apartment a deep and thorough scrub down (I’ve been known to get a bit clean-freaky from time to time), and as I look around me, surrounded by the satisfying and weirdly comforting scent of cleanliness, I can’t help but admire, with a bit of pride I confess, the masterpiece that I consider our apartment’s decoration to be.
Monse CorderoPublished 9 months ago in Humans
To the background heroes in our lives.
“What you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others.” –Confucius I am privileged. I know that, and I say that because I have the fortune of having my health and that of my loved ones; because my loved ones and I all have a secure job, a place to live, food to eat and everything else considered an essential in almost any country. So, I am bitter-sweetly aware of our privileged position in these tough and uncertain times for so many.
Monse CorderoPublished 10 months ago in Journal
Postcard to myself.
"We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope."- Martin Luther King Hey there gorgeous! It’s “Future You” here. I know, I know. This is kind of weird, but just bear with me ¿Ok? I am writing this for you 'cuz, let’s be honest, you need it to help keep you focused on the positive side of things (Yes. There IS one and you’ll see it in time, trust me.), instead of just focusing on the dreadfulness of being stuck in place, of not being able to travel and of simply missing everyone and everything back home in Mexico.
Monse CorderoPublished 10 months ago in Wander
