When I’m hurt, I forget about all the beautiful things

I forget the taste of my favorite sweet coffee in the morning

I forget the view of sunlight creeping in my room

I forget the sound of wind chimes and calm sea waves

I forget the feeling of soft breeze lightly touching my skin

I forget the scent of the flowers my mother have grown in her garden

I forget the little chitchats and the nights out with my best friends

I forget the view of the soft blur of city lights right in front my eyes when I’m on the top of the world

When I’m hurt, I tend to forget my virtues, my capacity to do good, and my value.

If I have to kneel down and ask for one thing: it is not to remove any pain from the things that can’t be stopped from happening, but to always be reminded of the beautiful things I have around me so that no matter how shattered I am, I will be healed

— so I can keep going,
so I can go on breathing