Change

Love yourself as if doing so will create change. It will.

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One Day

One day nothing will make sense, and you will be okay.

There will be art that you haven’t expressed to the world. And there will be someone that you loved who’s now living their happily ever after with someone else because somewhere down the line you disappointed that person and all you could do now is to hope that they’re happy and that they find everything that they’re looking for.

There will be loneliness in your heart and some madness in your mind. And there will be places you wish you’ve been to when you still had your youth, but you were so busy saving up for some stuff that you thought would fill your void. And all you’re left now are some things that don’t carry memories—only sorrow for caring too much about what other people thought of you back then.

There will be a lot of things you’ve started but never dared to finish for the fear of failure and you’ll be shaking your head on why you had to worry so much like you had something to lose. And there will be lots of too late wishes like you could’ve been happier if you took more risks, if you were just more grateful with what you had back then, if you were just more playful with your gifts—you could’ve been living your dream instead of supporting someone else’s dream.

If you’re reading this and you’re still young, you’ve got to fight for your existence. There will come a time when your life will flashback right before your very eyes. And I hope that you make good and meaningful decisions because at the end of the day it all boils down to your decisions for they are the little things that make you who you are and you are beautiful. Don’t let the concept of forever and having just one more chance stop you from becoming the person you want to be. Because there’s no forever and you only have one chance to play it all out until it becomes memory.

It’s Okay To Take A Detour

Sometimes we need to stop for awhile and take things slowly, softly and reevaluate if the destination is worth the journey.

Good Brain Days

And there are days when you wake up, and you don’t feel like dying inside. Those are the days worth living for.

Every Woman

She began to ask every woman she knew: how does one move on?

 

The first was her best friend.

“How does one move on?” she asked.

What you need to ask yourself is what your motives are in chronically dwelling on this person? Find the specific details on why you loved this person, and it’s okay to find yourself still loving this person, but you have to see that these qualities do exist with a person who’s waiting for you, who’s even willing to give you more.

 

The second was her older sister.

“How does one move on?” she asked.

Let go of the fantasy. Loss is a good place to love yourself more and work on forgiving yourself more. Nothing is permanent in this universe we live in. Some things change. Sometimes even the people we thought loved us deeply.

 

The third and last one was her mother.

“How does one move on?” she asked.

It’s been a year, baby. Losing someone is like having your coffee black and realizing from the first sip that it’s not for you. Baby, he’s not the one for you. You need a man who carries water in his eyes. You need a man whose soft, a man who’ll write poetry on the scars of your wrist. Baby, don’t think that the time you spent with that person was lost for it has prepared you for this very moment, our conversation here. It has prepared you for the strong woman you’re becoming. It doesn’t really matter the way you lose the person. Whether he moved to another country. Whether he passed away. Whether he’s now married to someone else. What really matters is that you let yourself feel and release all your regrets out to the universe to open up new possibilities when you finally, finally move on.

 

On that night before she went to sleep she wrote one line in her journal:

“Heartache may lead to the suicide of the mind but never of the soul.”

People

People who feel deeply, live deeply, and love deeply are destined to suffer deeply.

my love

my love.

 
go inside my heart, and
you will find flowers there.

 
my love.

 
go inside my heart 
and water each one of them.

 
my love.

 
remind them that you love me and 
that i am lovely.

 
that you are the gardener of my soul.

 
my love.

 
remind them that every time they wilt—
they will always bloom again.

 
my love.
my love.
my love.

 
allow me to enter inside your heart, 
and i will do the same for your flowers there.