Normalise distancing yourself from people who make you feel less, even if they have remained with you for a decade. You don’t owe anyone a justification for taking care of your soul. When you are the one who initiates and forgives, people often assume you are easily accessible. But access to you is a privilege, and if there is anyone who makes you feel otherwise, take the liberty to walk away.

No one gets to take your care for granted—unless they have known your story in its entirety, or the battles you fight quietly. Not even then.

Protect your energy. Offer yourself only to those who cherish your presence, or enrich your soul in solitude. For aloneness will always be better than demeaning relationships.

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You really do need someone to look up to in life. Someone who makes you question yourself and enhances your being, someone who makes you want to try to be a better person every day. Getting comfortable with the like-minded people is okay, but do you know who will transform you for the better? Someone who can make you want to break free from the comfort zone and be bold enough to explore the less walked paths. Someone who can help you find your roots and hold you while you grow your branches. Someone who can make you believe that your story is meant to be heard and read.

Even in friendship, aim for the best. Befriend souls who will teach you to live a life worth writing about.

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My Sweet Paradise

I can't seem to find the right words lately to talk about this one person who sets my soul on fire just by existing. The face of serendipity. The heart of magic. The definition of divinity. I could say much more but nothing will ever capture what she is to me. No words will ever grasp the ways she saved me, sometimes, from myself.

Love? It's not enough to define everything I would do to have her sitting next to me. It's fate. Her and I. I have had enough reasons to believe that she was placed in my life just to remind my decaying body that my spirit is a flower in eternal bloom. With her, I am timeless. She keeps me in my spring time even in the coldest of days. My sweet paradise in this brutal world. She's everything I dreamt of in a friend, in a confidante, and in a soul companion. All of my prayers wrapped in a soul: her.

Love? Not for a lifetime. I picture her with me where time doesn't ever end.

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There’s settling with what you can get, and then there’s keeping your eyes on exactly what you want—on what you know you deserve, on what sets your heart on fire. You can live a life that is familiar to all, or you can create for yourself a world with your own rules. You can be the one inspired, or you can be the inspiration. You can be the chaser, or you can be the goal.

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I would write about love tonight but then I have to talk about pain, about separation and death. I would have to talk about its other side: grief. That's why, I will write about letting go, about accepting the fleetingness of it all, and about stealing moments of bliss in between storms. Art is nothing but a skill that turns messes into magic, mundane into dreams, and scars into sketches that you cannot forget.

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Why Wouldn’t I Call Myself Beautiful?

Why wouldn't I call myself beautiful?
I have managed to walk through the flames of a blazing hell
with a smile on my face,
wrapping my faith around me like a cool breeze,
keeping my grace intact,
holding onto my dignity and integrity tight.

Why wouldn't I call myself rich?
I have had my name inked on my beloved's skin,
I have been loved like loving me was a privilege,
I have had poems written on my name,
my soul was protected by the soldiers I call my family.

Why would I be scared of death?
What haven't I lived?
I have known a God who gifts heaven
to the ones who leave carrying pure love in heart
and an unending kindness.
I have known a God who forgives sins as vast as the ocean.

Why won't I call myself a poet?
I turn scars into unforgettable sketches,
sadness into verses that bring ease to broken hearts,
and silence into stories of survival and art.

Why won't I call myself beautiful?
What about me is forgettable?

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Dear readers,

It’s a wonderful feeling to watch yourself grow, isn’t it? Whether in your career or in your personality, there’s always joy in witnessing new skills take root and new traits blossom within you.

But have you ever wondered what truly defines how much you can grow? It is the amount of bitter truth you’re willing to accept about yourself. Defending ourselves comes naturally—we’ve inherited it from our anxious ancestors who lived in constant survival mode. Yet real growth demands something more. It asks you to face the truths you don’t like to hear, the flaws you’d rather ignore. Until you accept them, you cannot transform them. Defending actions born of insecurity does not cure insecurity—it only delays healing.

So, embrace yourself with complete honesty. Welcome both your virtues and your vices. Correct what you must, nurture what you should, and keep walking towards the person you envision yourself to be. It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it. For the reward is far greater than the fleeting comfort of hiding from your truth.

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Letter from your friendly soul mechanic

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To be comfortable simply being who you are.
To learn from each other the pretty things.
To encourage one another to be better.
To steal little moments from this
fast-paced life just to cherish the togetherness.
To share secrets, knowing they will be guarded
with the same sacredness as your own.
To be weird and silly together.
To be your truest selves in each other’s presence.

What else can friendship be?
And if it is not this, can it even be called true friendship?

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THINGS I ONLY TOLD SATURN
- PART 11

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