Shalini... this one just shook everyone by the shoulders and then sighed...
“Do you really have control though?” Rude question..! Necessary question. The underwater image is so real... of course you come up wild, you’ve been holding your breath forever.
“Aren’t we all idiots?” made me laugh out loud and then immediately stare at the wall. Rockets to the moon, zero patience for our own mess. Checks out.
I love that this doesn’t solve anything. It just points and goes: look. sit with that.
This piece feels like someone finally admitting that being human is a constant tug‑of‑war between what we feel and what we wish we could control.
It captures the way emotions erupt from places we didn’t choose, surprising us with their force and leaving us wondering who we are in those moments.
There’s something deeply human in the struggle to understand why certain people or memories can undo us so completely.
The text treats our reactions not as flaws but as echoes of old pain, shaped long before we had the tools to face them.
It acknowledges how strength can burst out of us like a reflex part instinct, part history, part unhealed wound.
The contrast between our capacity for tenderness and our capacity for harm feels painfully honest.
It mourns how we can master the world outside us yet remain strangers to the storms inside our own minds.
The mention of powerful figures becomes a reminder that success means nothing without self‑awareness.
The piece circles around a quiet truth: we carry conditioning we never asked for, and healing requires courage we rarely name.
What lingers is the ache beneath the question if we don’t learn ourselves, how can we ever hope to find peace.
Beautiful Adriao! Thank you so much!
Shalini... this one just shook everyone by the shoulders and then sighed...
“Do you really have control though?” Rude question..! Necessary question. The underwater image is so real... of course you come up wild, you’ve been holding your breath forever.
“Aren’t we all idiots?” made me laugh out loud and then immediately stare at the wall. Rockets to the moon, zero patience for our own mess. Checks out.
I love that this doesn’t solve anything. It just points and goes: look. sit with that.
Mic down. Peace sign earned.
How beautifully you have reviewed it Asuka! You always bring a smile to my face?