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        • what the light should feel like
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        • do you see me?
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        • just a guy
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        • the silence where i once existed
        • the weight of white lies and quiet saints
        • the silence beneath the skin
        • the weight of unspoken words
        • a question in the dark
        • small fires where silence grows
        • the gravity of quiet things
        • things that vanish when you look too closely
        • how still things bloom
        • how love found me when i stopped looking
      • I think I like this little life
      • masks and realizations
      • echoes of fear
      • a firstborn daughter’s guilt
      • when life moves too fast
      • a conversation with my old self
      • the weather inside the walls
      • the things we don’t film
    • the things i never said
      • my first love was also my first heartbreak
      • the burden after forgiving someone
      • the quiet weight of simply existing
      • i want to be loved without having the need to beg for it
      • i knew everything about you— but you barely knew my name
      • three days from the edge
      • i can’t look at you the same way anymore
      • life started when i almost ended it
      • i am the people i’ve become from the rooms i’ve been in
      • the man i only began to know when he was already gone
      • the fear of wasted wonder
      • barely, but still
      • where do i belong if not everywhere?
      • inherited ghosts in my bloodstream
      • the leaving is also a kind of love
      • how silence taught me to speak
      • the archive of almost-goodbyes
      • you loved me like i’d never leave
      • the shape i bend into
      • where the silence goes when you leave
      • you had no language for me
      • the echo sits where light forgets
      • the quiet weight of what i never unpacked
      • the quiet exit of stars
      • the sting in our skin
      • quiet riches
      • i didn't know love was this quiet
      • when the room forgets my name
      • grief, always within reach
    • ethereal ponderings
      • the sound only heaven hears
      • seventy times the mirror
      • the echo before i speak
      • the anointed fracture
      • the fire that doesn't burn
      • the paradox of mercy
      • the garden’s echo
      • the silent rise
  • about me
with love, ligaya
  • home
  • pages
    • echoes
      • the only exit is through the entrance
      • the good and bad part
      • healing is weird when you are used to chaos
      • perspective
      • being a people pleaser
      • no one warned us
      • fractured beginnings
      • wilted gardens don’t bloom twice
      • the last sound
      • the last time we didn’t know
      • the silence that answers
      • how the soul spells itself
      • shadows and light
    • memoirs
      • poems
        • my beacon of light
        • unspoken reverie
        • the art of escaping
        • spring has never been the same since i met you
        • do i belong somewhere in this world or i am just taking up space?
        • i've always wanted you
        • i drowned waiting for you, and you never noticed
        • the weight of a fragile hope
        • the ache of disappointment
        • the eulogy of mirrors
        • does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
        • the art of disappearing in plain sight
        • a house i’ve never entered
        • the echo of empty words
        • what if they see you too?
        • what drowns doesn’t always sink
        • letters from the bruise
        • the remedy and the wound
        • a negative space
        • how could i love me without loving you?
        • in the noise, silence
        • almost gone, almost me
        • the spaces between us
        • rooms we no longer fit in
        • the cost of craving change
        • the blurry line between growth and survival
        • a quiet undoing
        • first glances, forever remembered
        • the bridge, the path
        • what the light should feel like
        • the quiet test
        • echoes at the threshold
        • do you see me?
        • the room
        • just a guy
        • when the ink dries but the wound doesn't
        • the silence where i once existed
        • the weight of white lies and quiet saints
        • the silence beneath the skin
        • the weight of unspoken words
        • a question in the dark
        • small fires where silence grows
        • the gravity of quiet things
        • things that vanish when you look too closely
        • how still things bloom
        • how love found me when i stopped looking
      • I think I like this little life
      • masks and realizations
      • echoes of fear
      • a firstborn daughter’s guilt
      • when life moves too fast
      • a conversation with my old self
      • the weather inside the walls
      • the things we don’t film
    • the things i never said
      • my first love was also my first heartbreak
      • the burden after forgiving someone
      • the quiet weight of simply existing
      • i want to be loved without having the need to beg for it
      • i knew everything about you— but you barely knew my name
      • three days from the edge
      • i can’t look at you the same way anymore
      • life started when i almost ended it
      • i am the people i’ve become from the rooms i’ve been in
      • the man i only began to know when he was already gone
      • the fear of wasted wonder
      • barely, but still
      • where do i belong if not everywhere?
      • inherited ghosts in my bloodstream
      • the leaving is also a kind of love
      • how silence taught me to speak
      • the archive of almost-goodbyes
      • you loved me like i’d never leave
      • the shape i bend into
      • where the silence goes when you leave
      • you had no language for me
      • the echo sits where light forgets
      • the quiet weight of what i never unpacked
      • the quiet exit of stars
      • the sting in our skin
      • quiet riches
      • i didn't know love was this quiet
      • when the room forgets my name
      • grief, always within reach
    • ethereal ponderings
      • the sound only heaven hears
      • seventy times the mirror
      • the echo before i speak
      • the anointed fracture
      • the fire that doesn't burn
      • the paradox of mercy
      • the garden’s echo
      • the silent rise
  • about me
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    • home
    • pages
      • echoes
        • the only exit is through the entrance
        • the good and bad part
        • healing is weird when you are used to chaos
        • perspective
        • being a people pleaser
        • no one warned us
        • fractured beginnings
        • wilted gardens don’t bloom twice
        • the last sound
        • the last time we didn’t know
        • the silence that answers
        • how the soul spells itself
        • shadows and light
      • memoirs
        • poems
          • my beacon of light
          • unspoken reverie
          • the art of escaping
          • spring has never been the same since i met you
          • do i belong somewhere in this world or i am just taking up space?
          • i've always wanted you
          • i drowned waiting for you, and you never noticed
          • the weight of a fragile hope
          • the ache of disappointment
          • the eulogy of mirrors
          • does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
          • the art of disappearing in plain sight
          • a house i’ve never entered
          • the echo of empty words
          • what if they see you too?
          • what drowns doesn’t always sink
          • letters from the bruise
          • the remedy and the wound
          • a negative space
          • how could i love me without loving you?
          • in the noise, silence
          • almost gone, almost me
          • the spaces between us
          • rooms we no longer fit in
          • the cost of craving change
          • the blurry line between growth and survival
          • a quiet undoing
          • first glances, forever remembered
          • the bridge, the path
          • what the light should feel like
          • the quiet test
          • echoes at the threshold
          • do you see me?
          • the room
          • just a guy
          • when the ink dries but the wound doesn't
          • the silence where i once existed
          • the weight of white lies and quiet saints
          • the silence beneath the skin
          • the weight of unspoken words
          • a question in the dark
          • small fires where silence grows
          • the gravity of quiet things
          • things that vanish when you look too closely
          • how still things bloom
          • how love found me when i stopped looking
        • I think I like this little life
        • masks and realizations
        • echoes of fear
        • a firstborn daughter’s guilt
        • when life moves too fast
        • a conversation with my old self
        • the weather inside the walls
        • the things we don’t film
      • the things i never said
        • my first love was also my first heartbreak
        • the burden after forgiving someone
        • the quiet weight of simply existing
        • i want to be loved without having the need to beg for it
        • i knew everything about you— but you barely knew my name
        • three days from the edge
        • i can’t look at you the same way anymore
        • life started when i almost ended it
        • i am the people i’ve become from the rooms i’ve been in
        • the man i only began to know when he was already gone
        • the fear of wasted wonder
        • barely, but still
        • where do i belong if not everywhere?
        • inherited ghosts in my bloodstream
        • the leaving is also a kind of love
        • how silence taught me to speak
        • the archive of almost-goodbyes
        • you loved me like i’d never leave
        • the shape i bend into
        • where the silence goes when you leave
        • you had no language for me
        • the echo sits where light forgets
        • the quiet weight of what i never unpacked
        • the quiet exit of stars
        • the sting in our skin
        • quiet riches
        • i didn't know love was this quiet
        • when the room forgets my name
        • grief, always within reach
      • ethereal ponderings
        • the sound only heaven hears
        • seventy times the mirror
        • the echo before i speak
        • the anointed fracture
        • the fire that doesn't burn
        • the paradox of mercy
        • the garden’s echo
        • the silent rise
    • about me

i think i like this little life

In the hustle and bustle of everyday life, it's easy to overlook the simple joys that make each day special. Yet, in the midst of chaos, I've come to cherish the beauty found in the ordinary moments of "this little life."

Savoring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee paired with a warm slice of bread before heading home, basking in the affectionate purrs of my cats as they welcome me, or losing myself in the melody of music while strolling to school – these seemingly insignificant moments hold immense significance in shaping the fabric of my existence. They infuse my days with warmth, joy, and a sense of contentment that transcends material wealth.

As a child, I harbored grand dreams of wealth and luxury – envisioning a life filled with extravagant luxuries and boundless riches. However, with the passage of time, I've come to realize that true happiness lies not in the accumulation of wealth, but in cultivating a life defined by stability and contentment.

Now, my aspirations have evolved. Instead of chasing after wealth, I seek financial security that affords me the freedom to live without the burden of financial stress. I no longer yearn for an array of extravagant cars; a single reliable vehicle suffices. Likewise, my dreams of a lavish mansion have been replaced by a desire for a humble abode – a cozy sanctuary that exudes warmth and invites tranquility.

In this little life of mine, I've discovered that true richness lies in the art of embracing life's simple pleasures, in finding beauty amidst the mundane, and in nurturing an authentic sense of self. It's about noticing the subtle nuances of the world around me, finding solace in the midst of adversity, and embracing the essence of who I am without pretense or inhibition.

Each little moment woven into the tapestry of my existence contributes to the rich tapestry of my being, reminding me that life's true treasures are often found in the smallest of gestures and the simplest of joys. So, as I navigate the twists and turns of "this little life," I do so with a heart full of gratitude and a spirit brimming with appreciation for the beauty that surrounds me.

I think the beauty of life is finding the best way to live it.

with love, ligaya | 031924

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