Tag: self reflection

Saisei

New place, still dawn
I fold parts of yesterday
Some I leave behind …

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再生 (Saisei) is a Japanese word. It means rebirth, regeneration, or renewal

It means a sense of starting again, not by erasing the past, but by transforming it …

Where My Happiness Lives

What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

I believe, happiness doesn’t arrive as something grand. It comes in small, almost unnoticed moments …

For me, happiness lives in being at home, my little temple, my sanctuary, where I can sit in stillness, eat slowly, and feel safe within my own space …

It lives in walking, step by step, with music in my ears, letting my thoughts soften and settle somewhere amidst people, places, environments, nature, and the roads …

It lives in creating, picking up a pen or brush, I let myself write or paint without pressure. Words and colors become a place to rest, where emotions flow freely and something within me feels understood …

It lives in simple connections, a conversation, a shared cup of tea or coffee, or even just knowing someone is there, without the need for too many words …

And it lives in faith and reflection, those moments when I pause, pray, or sit with my thoughts, connecting to the higher powers, trying to make sense of life’s uncertainties, and finding just enough strength to keep going

These are my five everyday happinesses. Small, gentle, and steady! They carry me through everything …

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Sincerity

Some days, I’m more aware of my shortcomings than I allow others, or myself to see. I see where I fall short, where I hesitate, where I choose comfort over courage. I know my flaws. I do not hide them from myself, and I cannot hide them from God.

And yet, when I pray, something honest rises within me.

I come as I am, not polished, not proud. My prayers are not rehearsed performances; they are pure offerings shaped by need, regret, hope, and longing. I pray because despite everything, I still believe in mercy. I still believe in being heard

Perhaps this is what sincerity truly means. It’s not the absence of sin, but the refusal to turn away. I am learning that returning, again and again, is itself a form of faith. Even when I feel undeserving, I show up. Even when my heart is tired, I speak

Thats how always humbly I place my imperfections in God’s hands. Because I believe, no other can handle it like Him. I do not ask to be seen as perfect, only as honest. And for always, that feels like enough

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Now tell me,
Where do you place your imperfections?

Behind her Sunglasses

She has always loved wearing sunglasses …

As a teenager, she would watch her sisters tilt their faces toward the light, their lashes casting long shadows over eyes that shimmered with beauty. When she looked in the mirror, her own eyes seemed smaller, plainer, framed by short lashes. It stung her heart a little, like a tiny splinter she couldn’t quite pull out …

Over time, she began to reclaim them. She traced deep kajol along her lids, soft & dark, like ink drawing a doorway. Her eyes lookd wider, more alive. People began to say she looked striking, and for the first time, her eyes felt truly hers …

Then life changed. Grief came quietly, like water filling a low space. In her reflection, she noticed it, the sparkle that once danced in her eyes had turned gentler, dimmer, like smoke fading after a flame. Her eyes began to carry stories of long nights and silent endurance. She didn’t always want others to read them …

So she reached for her sunglasses. The cool plastic rested against her temples, the tinted lenses washed the world in sepia. It felt like drawing a curtain over a window. Behind them, she had privacy. No one could see the sadness flicker and ask, “Are you okay?” …

She’s learned something through this little ritual, and that is, sometimes covering up isn’t vanity; it’s survival. The layers we wear, sunglasses, kajol, even a careful smile, are small stitches tht hold us togther until we’re ready to heal …

Sometimes, she still wonders: what would it feel like to step into the light barefaced, to let her eyes tell their truth, and to trust the world not to look away?

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Her eyes carry stories the world is not
yet ready to read

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