for my final act of love ❣️
Writing this as a reminder to myself.. I came across this poem on substack by Gor, the quotes in "" are written by him and those that aren't is a self reflection and a reminder to myself. I just feel very seen by this poem.
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💬 "for my final act of love
I will see people for the way they are,
not sculpting them into shapes I wish they are"
i wont try to fit them into... the persona's i have created for them, the potential that i always choose to see in them, but they weren't ready to meet me there, and i will learn to walk away when they aren't ready.
💬 "for my final act of love
I will finally choose myself -
the version of me I abandoned
to hold up everyone's sky"
i will stop overextending myself
stop overthinking if they will like me
or if they will leave me
i will learn to love myself first before pouring into someone elses cup
i will rest when i need to.. and stop thinking about work
i will remind myself to write for me again, not to prove anything to others, but to remind myself of who I am and to get things off my chest
💬 "i will water my own soil, sit in the sunlight, pick the weeds from my mind without apology"
i will do the things that makes me me again.. even if its childish, even if others don't get it. I'm doing it because I enjoy it.
for my final act of love
i will pick myself up again because.. i felt like i havent for a long time
i wanna write a book and draw cute things i wanna journalll everydayy and make it cute, i wanna dress up for no reason just because its fun.
hope this reminds yall to show up for yourself 🌻🌹
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Art in the background is by the slow nook 💗, artcade @ suntec hall 404 is on till tomorrow !!
For my final act of love, I’ve realized it’s essential to honor my own pace and boundaries without guilt. The poem that inspired this reflection beautifully captures the struggle between holding on and knowing when to let go — especially when it comes to relationships and expectations. It’s been a freeing experience to recognize that loving myself means allowing others to be themselves without trying to mold them into my idea of who they should be. I’ve also started embracing the small, joyful things that make me unique, like dressing up just for fun, journaling with creativity, and spending quiet moments nurturing my own thoughts. These acts are not childish but vital for my well-being. They remind me that self-love is an ongoing journey, not a destination. In moments of doubt or stress, I tell myself that resting and stepping away from work or overthinking is not laziness but an important form of self-care. Sometimes, choosing myself means I can’t hold everyone else’s sky up anymore, and that’s okay. By focusing on watering my own soil and clearing out mental weeds, I’m creating space for genuine growth. For anyone feeling overwhelmed by the pressure to please others, I hope this serves as a reminder: your final act of love can be giving yourself permission to thrive on your own terms. It’s liberating to let go gently and embrace who you truly are, and from that place, you can show up in the world more authentically and compassionately.
