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Metanoia: Different shades of life
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“You know, having a panic attack feels like you're
collapsing, like your organs are rebelling against
you, and that you'd throw them up. It's like
you're on a swing ride in an amusement park. At
first, you're there waiting for things to happen,
and for gravity to mess up with you. After a while
of waiting, it starts working, and slowly you're
reaching a frightening height. And it's not like you
have phobia, but you certainly feel things as your
chest starts tightening, you think it’d explode.
Then, it's swinging and you just want to scream
or jump or whatever, but you can't do that.
You're tied and scared and there is no way you'd
reach a solid ground.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
collapsing, like your organs are rebelling against
you, and that you'd throw them up. It's like
you're on a swing ride in an amusement park. At
first, you're there waiting for things to happen,
and for gravity to mess up with you. After a while
of waiting, it starts working, and slowly you're
reaching a frightening height. And it's not like you
have phobia, but you certainly feel things as your
chest starts tightening, you think it’d explode.
Then, it's swinging and you just want to scream
or jump or whatever, but you can't do that.
You're tied and scared and there is no way you'd
reach a solid ground.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Ever since that day when autumn
arrives and the wind sighs around you. If you feel
a little sad, it's just the sobbing of the girl that's
cracked.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
arrives and the wind sighs around you. If you feel
a little sad, it's just the sobbing of the girl that's
cracked.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“The days before that, human
beings never paid attention to words. They were
shallow to them. But isn't it that once we learn as
little kids that hands and legs and feet are a part
of us and that they are ours that we can control
their spasmodic movement?”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
beings never paid attention to words. They were
shallow to them. But isn't it that once we learn as
little kids that hands and legs and feet are a part
of us and that they are ours that we can control
their spasmodic movement?”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Dying feels like a familiar memory. Like a mental
imagery that is bone-deep, and somehow
melancholic. I am going to die. It is inevitable. It
is imminent. That is just the way the dice has
landed.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
imagery that is bone-deep, and somehow
melancholic. I am going to die. It is inevitable. It
is imminent. That is just the way the dice has
landed.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“the echoes and flashbacks have shown up
again and your melancholy grew more
beautifully that you could see roses in your wrists
and wanted to cut them.
But in this bleak, dull, rattled reality that
imprisoned you, there has been a truth that
always dwelt in your heart. That you'll be
illuminated by the aura of healing once you stop
being selfish!”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
again and your melancholy grew more
beautifully that you could see roses in your wrists
and wanted to cut them.
But in this bleak, dull, rattled reality that
imprisoned you, there has been a truth that
always dwelt in your heart. That you'll be
illuminated by the aura of healing once you stop
being selfish!”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“It is funny how the person who’s been abusing
you all of your life starts to complain of the self-
destructive behaviors your brain has learnt to
cope with when all they did was destroying you.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
you all of your life starts to complain of the self-
destructive behaviors your brain has learnt to
cope with when all they did was destroying you.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“I want you to feel that you are
not alone. Never be afraid of feeling too much, or
letting yourself feel in the first place. Being human
is being prone to error, to change, and to growth.
It’s okay if you are feeling weary, lost, and scared.
We all do. Don’t deprive yourself of feeling human”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
not alone. Never be afraid of feeling too much, or
letting yourself feel in the first place. Being human
is being prone to error, to change, and to growth.
It’s okay if you are feeling weary, lost, and scared.
We all do. Don’t deprive yourself of feeling human”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“For as long as I can remember, I hated to say
goodbye. My heart ached and was shackled with
burning sadness. A heavy sadness I could never
explain. He was right there in front of me and yet
I couldn't feel the warmth of a living body.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
goodbye. My heart ached and was shackled with
burning sadness. A heavy sadness I could never
explain. He was right there in front of me and yet
I couldn't feel the warmth of a living body.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Sometimes, I feel. Sometimes, I don’t. I know it’s
hard when you don’t appreciate yourself and
wait for the world’s approval. I know how scared
you are of yourself. I know it gets worse when
you think it will be easier. I know credits from
yourself is the hardest to earn when all you have
learned is beating yourself up.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
hard when you don’t appreciate yourself and
wait for the world’s approval. I know how scared
you are of yourself. I know it gets worse when
you think it will be easier. I know credits from
yourself is the hardest to earn when all you have
learned is beating yourself up.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Anger is repressed sadness. It’s the fear of being
hurt again. It’s the “sorry-s” you’ve never got. It’s
the pain you’ve never dealt with.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
hurt again. It’s the “sorry-s” you’ve never got. It’s
the pain you’ve never dealt with.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Sometimes, you are moved by everything that
happens around you. A song moves you so much.
Its lyrics make you tear, its melodies take you to
another world. You read a poem and you wish
you were the one who wrote it. They say you
spend your whole life rewriting the poem you
loved once. You know that’s true. Because you
know how poets feel. You know how they think.
You know who they are.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
happens around you. A song moves you so much.
Its lyrics make you tear, its melodies take you to
another world. You read a poem and you wish
you were the one who wrote it. They say you
spend your whole life rewriting the poem you
loved once. You know that’s true. Because you
know how poets feel. You know how they think.
You know who they are.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“So, I think I need to stop crying now, it's already
getting uncomfortable. What I need to do is”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
getting uncomfortable. What I need to do is”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“I guess you can only ask a writer about the love
that lasts. Those folks that feel things intensely,
you know.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
that lasts. Those folks that feel things intensely,
you know.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“The thing is
that she weighed happiness in terms of
comparison to others. Something like counting
the blessings, seeing how fortunate we are
"compared" to other people's adversities, life’s
brutalities, and crippling anxieties. Well, of
course we have things that others don't,
according to others. And other people have
things we don't, according to us. And that's the
justice of it, I believe. We all suffer equally, not in
terms of what we're dealing with but in terms of
how we identify and feel it. You know, those
disturbing mental states that we despondently
indulge in.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
that she weighed happiness in terms of
comparison to others. Something like counting
the blessings, seeing how fortunate we are
"compared" to other people's adversities, life’s
brutalities, and crippling anxieties. Well, of
course we have things that others don't,
according to others. And other people have
things we don't, according to us. And that's the
justice of it, I believe. We all suffer equally, not in
terms of what we're dealing with but in terms of
how we identify and feel it. You know, those
disturbing mental states that we despondently
indulge in.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“A series of unfortunate lesses
When I was eight years old, I thought when you
turn twenty you'd be complete.
I thought you'd find balance and get in touch
with yourself.
I thought you'd create so much more memories.
All different shades of memories.
I thought people fill their lives with different
colors. I thought this thing mattered.
Suddenly, you're twenty and you're loveless,
jobless, dreamless, and careless.
Your life is motionless, let alone you dropped out
of college, and you feel soulless.
I thought when you're twenty, you'd burn with
flames of passion and hopes. Yet, you get
colorless and hopeless.
The world is good at filling you with a series of
unfortunate lesses.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
When I was eight years old, I thought when you
turn twenty you'd be complete.
I thought you'd find balance and get in touch
with yourself.
I thought you'd create so much more memories.
All different shades of memories.
I thought people fill their lives with different
colors. I thought this thing mattered.
Suddenly, you're twenty and you're loveless,
jobless, dreamless, and careless.
Your life is motionless, let alone you dropped out
of college, and you feel soulless.
I thought when you're twenty, you'd burn with
flames of passion and hopes. Yet, you get
colorless and hopeless.
The world is good at filling you with a series of
unfortunate lesses.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Let's reach the moon
Count every footstep
Play among the stars
And write our story with
Ethereal stardust
Let it slide as a
shooting star,
Too lovely to watch
Let lovers wish
Upon it”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
Count every footstep
Play among the stars
And write our story with
Ethereal stardust
Let it slide as a
shooting star,
Too lovely to watch
Let lovers wish
Upon it”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“They say I’m a poet
I say
I just put words
Into feelings
To justify
My inadequacy”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
I say
I just put words
Into feelings
To justify
My inadequacy”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“When you yell at me
I close my eyes and shut my ears
To never hear a word you say
I never want you to see my tears
I know you need to shout aloud
For you to hear your voice sears
For you to know it doesn't hurt
For you to know that it's still here
That you no longer hear them scream
I see your eyes are turning red
I know your voice has bled
as it turns my name to shreds
I know you need to let it out
I know you feel the walloping hell
When all your inside is burning embers
I know you need to shout aloud
For you to know that you're still here
For you to cover all your seams
For you to take a heaving breath
And finally clamor a silent dread
-because anger is a mourning of a different kind”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
I close my eyes and shut my ears
To never hear a word you say
I never want you to see my tears
I know you need to shout aloud
For you to hear your voice sears
For you to know it doesn't hurt
For you to know that it's still here
That you no longer hear them scream
I see your eyes are turning red
I know your voice has bled
as it turns my name to shreds
I know you need to let it out
I know you feel the walloping hell
When all your inside is burning embers
I know you need to shout aloud
For you to know that you're still here
For you to cover all your seams
For you to take a heaving breath
And finally clamor a silent dread
-because anger is a mourning of a different kind”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“You are made of storms,
Of waging wars and shades
Of twinges and dreams
You had a voice erupting from
Wrenches that scream
And you wondered how could
You be noticed when all you
Want is to be a silhouette
There is no redeeming light
To spark your inner glow
Or make you still grow
Lately, you had no voice
And you know it was a choice.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
Of waging wars and shades
Of twinges and dreams
You had a voice erupting from
Wrenches that scream
And you wondered how could
You be noticed when all you
Want is to be a silhouette
There is no redeeming light
To spark your inner glow
Or make you still grow
Lately, you had no voice
And you know it was a choice.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Your sister tells you
You're stinky as hell
Because you don't shower
Your mom tells you
You're only good
Being a disappointment
Your brother thinks
You're only gloomy
Because you don't care
They don't know
It takes forever to heal,
Sometimes,
When the wound is deep
It takes you forever to get up,
Forever to walk,
Forever plus one to decide
If it's worth it if you eat,
And what to eat
And how to pick the dishes
From the kitchen's cabinet,
And that it takes a strength
Of walking a marathon
To wash them right after
They don't know
You stopped being you
You stopped looking in a mirror
That doesn't recognize you
To search for a reflection
The physics laws have no
Dominance when it's your brain
That's shut down
Fragments of reality getting
Forgotten in a dense black hole
In your neurons
Because for you,
Time has frozen,
And it's the only physics law
That works
For you
All of them don't know
That a corpse doesn’t shower
A corpse doesn't hear her mom's tears
A corpse doesn't care
A corpse is living in darkness
Because she's buried since a long
Long time
A corpse ceases to exist
It just is
And everyone knows it just is,
It's just there
Even
If it's a breathing one”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
You're stinky as hell
Because you don't shower
Your mom tells you
You're only good
Being a disappointment
Your brother thinks
You're only gloomy
Because you don't care
They don't know
It takes forever to heal,
Sometimes,
When the wound is deep
It takes you forever to get up,
Forever to walk,
Forever plus one to decide
If it's worth it if you eat,
And what to eat
And how to pick the dishes
From the kitchen's cabinet,
And that it takes a strength
Of walking a marathon
To wash them right after
They don't know
You stopped being you
You stopped looking in a mirror
That doesn't recognize you
To search for a reflection
The physics laws have no
Dominance when it's your brain
That's shut down
Fragments of reality getting
Forgotten in a dense black hole
In your neurons
Because for you,
Time has frozen,
And it's the only physics law
That works
For you
All of them don't know
That a corpse doesn’t shower
A corpse doesn't hear her mom's tears
A corpse doesn't care
A corpse is living in darkness
Because she's buried since a long
Long time
A corpse ceases to exist
It just is
And everyone knows it just is,
It's just there
Even
If it's a breathing one”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
