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A Final Act of Love (Her, Her Mind, and Her Heart)
After sitting with her — her mind, and her heavy heart — for what felt like a month, all the unspoken thoughts finally became too much. The heart wanted to speak, but she and her mind wouldn't let it. It drained her completely. So this time, she and her mind decided to sit and listen.
The heart:
I met you when I wasn't looking for you. And I lost you just as I loved you the most.
If you asked me how many times you've crossed my mind, I'd say once — because the truth is, you never really left.
And still, we met.
Meeting you will always be my favorite memory. But you becoming only a memory breaks my heart.
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Hiraya Manawari
What happens when you grow older than some of your dreams?
When you're 36, nearing your 40s, and you catch yourself still saying the same words you said in your twenties
"Sana Matupad"
There is a strange kind of grief in that.
To remember how certain you once were that your life would become something beautiful. How easily you dreamed. How you spoke your wishes into the universe as if the future was listening.
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Some Chapters Were Never Meant to Stay
Today, I came across some words that brought me back to a season I thought I had already left behind.
For a moment, it felt like opening a door to a room I hadn’t visited in years.
I expected regret.
But it wasn’t regret that I found.
It was gratitude.
And, strangely enough, sadness.
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So beautiful. 🤍
“Hiraya manawari” feels like giving back to what my parents once wished for us. Sometimes a thought revisits me—that maybe I’m already too late to achieve those dreams for my parents. Until my papa passed away, and somehow, that hope became hopeless. I lost my motivation.
Then I realized I still have one parent left. Perhaps it’s not too late.
A lot has happened this year that I never intended or expected. So many things suddenly changed—plans shifted, decisions had to be made, things happened at home, and life took me through experiences I never prepared myself for. There were moments when I didn’t even know how to react to everything happening around me. Some things broke me in ways I didn’t expect, while others simply taught me that life can change so quickly.
But somehow, I’m learning to let myself feel everything. Not to resist it, not to avoiding it didn’t happen, but to learn how to carry it with me along the way and learn to live with it. I choose kindness. I choose understanding. I choose vulnerability. I choose to love. I choose softness, even when I have every reason to become hard.
And perhaps this is what my own hiraya manawari means now.
Not necessarily the life I imagined when I was younger, but a quiet, peaceful, intentional life. A life where I can breathe, grow slowly, experience the world, make my remaining parent proud, and become someone my younger self would still recognize.
Even when life feels broken, I don’t want to become broken with it. I still want to hope. I still want to dream. I still want to believe there are beautiful things waiting for me that I haven’t met yet.
Maybe that little sana matupad in me is enough for now. Maybe hope doesn’t have to be loud. Maybe sometimes, it is simply choosing to believe again.
Thank you for this beautiful reminder, Rem. 🤍
Let’s quietly grow together.