Novelas y relatos de Short Poetry About Self

Baka kasi lalo itong mag self pity. "Ano ba iyang pinagsasabi mo? Bro naman! Ano ba ang nangyayari sa iyo! Hindi ka naman dating ganiyan ah? Huwag mong sabihin ang mga katagang iyan dahil nasasaktan kami. Kung ano man ang problema natin ngayung araw, darating at darating din ang oras na masusulusyunan natin iyan. Nakalimutan mo na ba? Habang may buhay may pag asa kaya hwuag kang mawalan ng pag asa sa sarili mo!" sagot ko naman at akmang hahaplusin ko sana ang noo nito pero kaagad itong umiwas. Matalim ang mga matang tinitigan ako nito.

Daig ko pa ang naputulan ng dila at parang batang kinurot na bagama’t hindi man umiyak ay tahimik at walang kakibo-kibong umayos ng upo. Did I really know how to appreciate people around me? Kilala ko pa ba ang sarili ko? Ako pa ba ito? O ibang-iba na ako dahil sa pag-iingat ng galit ko sa mundo, kay Dad at sa ibang taong wala namang kinalaman sa kamalasan ko sa buhay? I was muted. Whatever the words written in my mind, I am the one who knows alone.

Habang maingat na pinupunasan ang kanyang mga luha, marahang bumulong si Theodore na parang himig na sadyang nilikha para lang sa kanya. "That’s right... that is exactly who you are meant to be. Never be afraid to show the world your true self, because it is the most beautiful thing I have ever known. I will always be here, right beside you, cheering you on and loving every part of you, just as you are.”

Hindi 'yan basta-basta darating para pahirapan ka, dumarating ang mga pagsubok na kinatatakutan natin upang tayo ay mas lalong tumatag. Marami rin akong inaayawan sa sarili. Sometimes I asked myself if am I worth it? Mahal ko ba ang sarili ko? But then I realized maybe the reason why you struggle with loving yourself is because you don't give yourself credit for the things you do as often as you should. Maybe it's because you think loving oneself is about grand gestures when it's actually about the little things. Maybe it’s about that one movie you watched alone because well, all your friends backed out the last moment but you really wanted to watch it. Maybe it’s about that new hairstyle yo

Their world was so small, their view so narrow. “You think you're above it all. But you’re just like everyone else—scared of what you don't understand.” sambit ko para matauhan sila. Lumabas ako ng restroom, ang lakas ng kabog ng dibdib ko. Ito ay hindi isang tagumpay, hindi sa tradisyonal na kahulugan, ngunit ito ay isang maliit na panalo para sa akin. I had faced them, faced their judgment, and hadn't crumbled.

Kabanata 22: fooled If you don't love yourself, nobody will. Not only that, you won't be good at loving anyone else. Loving starts with yourself, of course. Hindi naman kasi iyon isang panandalian na bagay na kayang-kaya mo agad ibigay. Ang kaya mo lang naman ibigay para sa isang tao ay ang mga salita mo lamang, ngunit hindi mo kayang panindigan at iyon marahil ang aking kinatatakutan.

Tila pagod ang kanyang buong katawan, bumabangon lamang sya upang kumain ngunit pagkatapos ay hihiga ulit. Although her heart was deeply broken, there's nothing she could do but continue her life and live it to the fullest. “Alam mo self, maganda ka! Matalino, di ka lang katangkaran pero maganda ka!” Puri nito sa sarili. “Taena! Nagse-self love na'ko!” biro nitong muli sa sarili. Sa isip nito’y nais na nyang baguhin ang sarili nya habang nag-susulat ng nais nitong gawin ay biglang tumunog ang kanyang tiyan.

Na ang simpleng pagihip ng hangin, paglipad at ang pahuni ng ibon, ang musika, ang magagandang tanawin, ang araw, ang buwan at ang mga tala ay may makubuluhang simbolo na nagpapahiwatig sa ating buhay. Andrea said that a butterfly doesn't see how beautiful their wings are but other people can see the beauty of it. Parang tao lang. Nakikita ng ibang tao ang kabaitan at kapangitan ng ugali mo at mismong sarili mo, hindi mo nakikita. We often see the disaster of ourselves instead on focusing on how to appreciate the beauty and disaster of one self. I gathered air and courage to open the letter. This is what my Mama want to say to me but failed because I am always busy.

sagot ko sa kanya. “I’m Gavril, I already introduce myself to you earlier.” Sagot niya. Napailing-iling naman ako at natawa sa sinabi niya. “That’s actually a poem by Emily Dickinson. That poem means that it is actually nice to be nobody than to be somebody. People think that being alone means loneliness but being alone means that you just have more time for yourself and it is better to be that way.” Sagot ko. Napangisi naman niya sa sinabi ko.

Gusto kong matawa, mag-wala at umiyak, pero pilit kong pinatatag ang sarili ko. Really? I’m just a waste of time?