Ang daming gagawin.
Ano ba uunahin ko?
Mag-thesis? Mag-aral? Mag-sulat ng papers? Mag-org? Magtrabaho? Mag-email kay boss? Hindi ko na alam.
Ah, basta. Pagod na ako.
Pagod na pagod na akong
Mag-thesis. Mag-aral. Mag trabaho. Magpapayat. Mag-mahal. Magpa-ikot. Ma-inlove. Magpaka-tanga.
Sino ba binibiro ko?
Teka, trabaho pa ba pinaguusapan natin?
Sometimes, everything wrong in the world piles up and you realize you’re no longer strong enough to carry the weight you’ve been trying to bear with all these months.
Sometimes, the most cliche idea pops in your head in the middle of the night, and you laugh at it because 1) it’s such a joke and 2) it only happens in poorly-rated chick flicks,
but then you pause and stop laughing, and begin to tell yourself that it’s actually something you’d want to do and have to do. Just because.
Sometimes, it’s okay to grab your favorite sweater and head out of the house while half of the world’s asleep; it’s okay to walk to the village park at 5 in the morning, just because you’ve been looking for some symbolic shit to do, to remind yourself that you’ll be fine, and most importantly, that’s it’s all over now; that there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.
And sometimes, it’s okay to let go of everything that reminds you of the traumatic past. Literally, figuratively, whatever.
I’ve never been a fan of fire.
If you’d ask me, I’d choose water over fire any time.
I wanted to be water.
I wanted stillness, and life, and tranquility.
Fire, on the other hand, scared me.
It reminded me of anger.
But in that moment, fire was what I needed to be.
I’ve been quiet for too long.
Stagnant, even– I was never the type who could easily express herself.
But it all grew exhausting– having to pretend that you’re okay and that you’re happy and that you’re strong and that you don’t need anyone to pick you up anymore, because you’re bat shit tired of being let down again.
I knew I needed to be angry. I needed to express my frustration. I needed to admit to myself that it’s okay to be sad.
I needed fire.
And I had to remind myself over and over and over again
that that’s completely okay.
And so at 5 in the morning,
while the sky was a sad shade of dark blue and the world was quiet,
I dumped everything on the ground–
every picture, every handwritten letter, every memory,
every broken promise, every lie, every hurtful thing that ever pierced through my heart.
The first 10 minutes was awkward, with me trying to fiddle with a lighter and figuring out
how this will exactly go, but after an attempt or two (or three),
everything was set ablaze.
And as the flames flickered in the darkness, I sat on the ground and watched.
My little corner in the village park, that corner of bitter memories and years of not being enough, illuminated bright enough to remind myself why it still stings, and big enough to crush me and kill me and and hurt me. All over again.
It was painful.
But for the first time in a long time, I didn’t hate myself for doing this– I cried.
And a voice inside me said,
“Crumble. Break down. Show you’re weak. Lick your wounds. It’s okay not to be okay.”
Smoke quickly filled the air as my little corner of hate, sadness, and anger flared. And slowly, everything died down, peacefully and gracefully, and the next thing I knew, my past turned into ashes.
And just like that, it ended. I was finally, completely, okay.
I stood from where I was sitting, and around me, birds were beginning to sing their anthem.
And the same voice in my head gently whispered,
“Keep your chin up, darling.
The dawn is breaking.”
He will be mysterious.
He will seem distant and unattainable,
and then he will woo you
and tell you that you’re different from the other girls.
He will tell you he still finds you pretty even when you’ve had a long ass night and your hair is all over your face and you still haven’t slept and you’re stuck with a truckload of problem sets to work on and you have no idea how you’re going to apply college algebra in real life anyway.
He will go out of his way to make you feel special.
He will text you at 3PM.
He will text you at 3AM.
He will make you feel like you’re the only one running in his mind.
And you will fall for it.
Because as soon as you let him know you’re falling for it, the game changes.
He will lock you up in his fingers.
He will keep you
trap you inside
he will let go of you
without any warning.
And you will come running after him. Desperately.
He will tell you he loves you.
He will let his walls fall down
and you’ll feel good about him tearing down his facade for you.
He will make you feel nice and warm inside.
He will kiss your forehead and tuck your hair behind your ears
He will surprise you with beautiful gestures.
He will make you feel that you’re not enough.
He will tell you that you’re
not pretty enough
not smart enough
not feminine enough
not good enough
And the next thing you’ll know,
you’re left broken
You will be a stranger to yourself.
So darling, as soon as you see the red flag,
take the nearest exit.
Run as fast as you can.
And don’t look back.
You’re not lonely. You’re just alone and that’s okay.
You’re just sixteen and you were meant for greater things.
Don’t go ahead chasing people who don’t know your worth. You were meant to be loved and pursued, and you should remember that.
You’re still young. Don’t rush relationships.
Love isn’t built for speed, anyway.
(Poem source: Berlin-artparasites)
|With Jan Baybay, my life peg in every aspect of my life?? Haha.|
|Thanks for the great time, Cathy!! You’re such a fun person to be with!|
Yes, I’m still not completely over you, or over us, or rather, over what could have been an us. But I’m trying my hardest. Earlier tonight, I saw this poem on berlin-artparasite’s page, and it struck me.
This needs to end.
— Ming D. Liu