Tag: consciousness

No apology

I don’t need your apology, but one day i hope you feel guilty for the way you treated me.

your words and actions cut deep, leaving scars that will take time to heal. but i won’t hold my breath waiting for you to acknowledge the pain you caused. your apology would be too little, too late.

instead, i hope that someday you’ll experience the weight of guilt for the way you treated me. i hope that the memories of your actions will haunt you, and that you’ll realize the harm you inflicted.

i hope that guilt will gnaw at your conscience, forcing you to confront the hurt you caused. maybe then you’ll understand the impact of your words and actions.

but even if that day never comes, i’ll still rise above. i’ll heal, i’ll grow, and i’ll learn to love myself more than i ever loved the idea of your approval.

your treatment of me was a lesson in resilience, a reminder that i don’t need your validation to be worthy. so, keep your apology; i don’t need it. but know that i hope you’ll one day feel the weight of your actions, and that it will be a catalyst for growth and change.

Cto

Endings

Endings don’t require drama or toxic behaviors. You can end something because it’s not what you want, it doesn’t fit where you’re going, you’re tired of trying to make it work, your needs have changed, or you can no longer accept what is happening. You don’t have to wait for a major offense to let things go. It’s okay to bow out gracefully.

Sometimes peace is more important than giving someone a piece of your mind.

– Nedratawwab

🎨German Aracil

Peace & Clarity

Lately, I’ve found myself drifting away from activities and conversations that once held my interest.

There’s a growing fatigue in engaging with arguments and conflicts that seem increasingly pointless.

It’s as if I’m looking for peace and clarity, but instead, I’m confronted with negativity and divisiveness that drain my energy.

I’ve started to prioritize my mental well-being, stepping back from situations that no longer serve me or spark joy.

This shift has allowed me to reflect on what truly matters to me.

I’m seeking deeper connections and experiences that resonate on a more meaningful level.

As I move away from trivial disputes and superficial engagements, I feel a sense of liberation.

It’s a journey toward understanding myself better and embracing what brings me genuine happiness, rather than getting caught up in the noise around me.

✍️ Balt Rodriguez 🌿

🎨 Sophia Love Storey

Beautiful 🤩

When she was a little girl

they told her she was beautiful

but it had no meaning

in her world of bicycles

and pigtails

and adventures in make-believe.

Later, she hoped she was beautiful

as boys started taking notice

of her friends

and phones rang for

Saturday night dates.

She felt beautiful on her wedding day,

hopeful with her

new life partner by her side

but, later,

when her children called

her beautiful,

she was often exhausted,

her hair messily tied back,

no make up,

wide in the waist

where it used to be narrow;

she just couldn’t take it in.

Over the years, as she tried,

in fits and starts,

to look beautiful,

she found other things

to take priority,

like bills

and meals,

as she and her life partner

worked hard

to make a family,

to make ends meet,

to make children into adults,

to make a life.

Now,

she sat.

Alone.

Her children grown,

her partner flown,

and she couldn’t remember

the last time

she was called beautiful.

But she was.

It was in every line on her face,

in the strength of her arthritic hands,

the ampleness that had

a million hugs imprinted

on its very skin,

and in the jiggly thighs and

thickened ankles

that had run her race for her.

She had lived her life with a loving

and generous heart,

had wrapped her arms

around so many to

to give them comfort and peace.

Her ears had

heard both terrible news

and lovely songs,

and her eyes

had brimmed with,

oh, so many tears,

they were now bright

even as they dimmed.

She had lived and she was.

And because she was,

she was made beautiful.