"One day you will wake up, brush your teeth, have your breakfast, get ready and go about your day, and then you will suddenly realize that you haven't thought of it at all that day - that's when you know you can forget"
I think that is when you grow wings, but you don't fly anywhere, you stay in the same place.
This post was a beautiful read, one that elegantly describes the quiet ache of waiting to be healed and the slowly unraveling beauty of healing.
I love this piece, but I do have some thoughts. I think this could have more nuanced. You wrote "This—this breath, this ache, this ordinary and imperfect now—is it." There are situations that can be unbearable like living in an abusive environment. This could come across as pacifying.
"Living through it" isn't always empowering, it can sound like "endure it indefinitely". There's a difference between a life that's unfinished and one that's unlivable. What about the ones who can't afford to just "live through it"?
This is the ache I've felt for years suddenly put into words. You've done it so much justice. Thank you for this. I don't think I've ever felt more understood by a stranger and their writing, thank you.
Hits home. Couple months after breakup, searching for a new job and place to stay. And while I want the new job and my own place, it's scary at the same time. But getting out of bed and doing the work, how small, is more important than just thinking about the finish line.
"One day you will wake up, brush your teeth, have your breakfast, get ready and go about your day, and then you will suddenly realize that you haven't thought of it at all that day - that's when you know you can forget"
I think that is when you grow wings, but you don't fly anywhere, you stay in the same place.
This post was a beautiful read, one that elegantly describes the quiet ache of waiting to be healed and the slowly unraveling beauty of healing.
Jia, this has so much packed into it it’s going to take a while to sit with it. Your writing is amazing! 💕
This is the type of piece you sit and stare at a wall about. Amazing.
Simply beautiful
Your writing deserves more acknowledgement because it acknowledged my existence and condition.
I love this piece, but I do have some thoughts. I think this could have more nuanced. You wrote "This—this breath, this ache, this ordinary and imperfect now—is it." There are situations that can be unbearable like living in an abusive environment. This could come across as pacifying.
"Living through it" isn't always empowering, it can sound like "endure it indefinitely". There's a difference between a life that's unfinished and one that's unlivable. What about the ones who can't afford to just "live through it"?
This is the ache I've felt for years suddenly put into words. You've done it so much justice. Thank you for this. I don't think I've ever felt more understood by a stranger and their writing, thank you.
reading this comment made my day <3
I'm going to print this out so I can carry it with me and reread it multiple times. Amazing work.
Finding purpose in the mundane this....very beautifully crafted truth.. This itself is the real awakening.
I needed this today. Thank you.
I have wings, I used them to fly away, so I've learned to grow roots big narly earth filled tendrils of life and love.
Im left breathless. Your writing is incredible, i really needed to hear this💞
Hits home. Couple months after breakup, searching for a new job and place to stay. And while I want the new job and my own place, it's scary at the same time. But getting out of bed and doing the work, how small, is more important than just thinking about the finish line.