My most quiet moments are the loudest ones.
The Inner Voice.
Sometimes, I wish death scares me more than living does. For I always wonder:
“Am I living, or just passing time?”
“Am I gentle, or the world is just too cruel?”
With quiet nights who’s meant to be savored to replenish all the energy we’ve spent today, these are my loudest moments. There are uncanny scenarios where I go to bed with a heart encapsulated on its morning.
I didn’t do anything productive today.
I just kept still, while I waited for the sun to go down. I chose to be quiet rather than talk; my mind is buried in secret veiled gardens once again. Laughter rang in my ears vigorously, much contrary on the emotion I am suppressing. There are moments left unexplored with emotions fleeting under– Simply, I just existed.
But isn’t that something to be proud of?
Because amidst of how draining life can be, I still showed up. No matter how much I despise waking up on the morning, just to see the inhumane reality I was in, I still went out of bed.
Even though I’m drenched with anxieties and fear, I still managed to appreciate the beauty of those skies.
They say living is all about your choice, and I applaud myself for choosing life.
Instead of fearlessly aiming for the brink of an end, I must be afraid of an unlived life.
Sometimes it takes us a great courage to went out with a heavy heart. But I want to remind you that sometimes, it’s okay to show up fragile.
Do it scared. Do it sad. Do it while having a series of questions and mental breakdowns.
Just do it, just show up. And at the end of the day, you can find yourself moving from the place you’re meant to outgrew.
Likewise, I hope you can find the torch to went out from this darkest path.
You don’t need to speak out loud to be heard. Sometimes, your silence speaks louder than your heart. I hope that someone will bravely stand still, together with your lapses.
You’re heard and seen, even in silence.
For I am willing to stand beside you.
Kumusta ka?
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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Comments (16)
I was drawn back to reread this piece in greater depth, mostly because the picture reminds me of a Korean actress I've watched in many series - it made me all the more serious. I was amazed at the depth of the piece you've written. I think my favorite line is: "Instead of fearlessly aiming for the brink of an end, I must be afraid of an unlived life." This is something to truly fear, especially as one ages and life becomes filled with regrets. I agree, sometimes the silence we find is more deafening in its propensity. Beautifully written and well done.
Congratulations 🎊🍾
Many, many congratulations For winning 3rd place in Emerging Creators! Keep it up ✨👏
Congratulations, dear komal 🥰 For winning the 3rd place in Emerging Creators 😍✨ Go on for more 👏
Congratulations on placing third for New Emerging Creators on this week's leaderboard. Well done!
Very creative writing
Whoaa! You splendid girllll . Your thoughts is just crave for! ;)
Outstanding
Ohh! This is an incredibly poignant and introspective reflection on life, presence, and inner struggle. The rawness and honesty of the words convey a deep emotional journey that many can relate to-especially the feeling of simply existing in moments of exhaustion, uncertainty, and fear. There’s an underlying strength in the acknowledgment of quiet resilience, even when life feels draining or unproductive. You beautifully capture the paradox of needing to show up, even when overwhelmed, and the quiet courage it takes to face each day. Great work ✨💫
Beautiful work
Beautiful, Komal. No matter how it is, if we just show up, and forgive the lapses...our own, and others.
Another beautiful piece, Komal. 'I hope that someone will stand still together with your lapses' - I had to translate the ending. I always learn something from your work. How are you?
This was beautiful, I love the way it was structured. The words in italic font and the lines you want to stand out in bold. It is so darn true, we do need to show up fragile, because why should we always be strong… or even, why should we hide when we can carry on and feel better for it (we can use the fact that we got up out of bed to cheer us up). If not better for it today, then we can see it clearly tomorrow. I love that I can always come to your stories when I want to unwind. I can’t help but notice your question at the end, do you speak Tagalog? My answer: ayos lang ako ☺️🤗 I’m learning but I feel like if I don’t study for a few days I forget everything. I can’t speak it yet, and I can only understand random words in a sentence. But I will get there someday 🤞Then again, maybe I am being too hard on myself and it’s enough to understand random bits here and there.
What a nice, thought-evoking story! Good job Komal!🍁💜
Thought-provoking! Your words say so much . . . Life hits differently every time. Your writing everytime is amazing ❤🙌
Introspective, beautiful 👏🏻