Revenge is leaving
No need to turn bitter
Instead, go somewhere better.
Quit with triumph, knowing
you never need to water down who you are
or settle or bend or justify.
Instead, shimmer now, and more
so in your next adventure.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Sweet Revenge
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Wanderlust
The magic of a place
extends for miles.
Now, I know a heart can stay
and memories can delight
and feelings, intensified
long after the fact
long after the moment
still can go back
or perhaps, still there.
(c) 2025, Artherese
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Manifesto
April went by in a blur, each day a chance to live and breathe my new manifesto:
I am a walking breathing beautiful contradiction. My new vow. An oath to keep calm, but still full of passion. A peace-loving fighter. Adventure-seeking, with a lightness of being. Always content, but doesn’t settle. Greeting life with enthusiasm, acting on one’s dreams – with acceptance, longing, and grace.
Living my days as if each were its last, while working towards a future. Uncertain, but unfazed.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Eureka
A trip, a weekend, a eureka – things we thought will catalyze a turning point. Only it does not. For often, the things we run from are still waiting for us like stains in a windowsill. A familiar welcome. But hear me out and here’s the thing. Maybe this just means the change we seek isn’t in an instant but perhaps already in progress. This provides respite.
The battles, ongoing. The gears, shifting. All these invisible and not merely reserved for some grand loud gesture – but in the quiet rebellion, resistance, and resilience.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Proses in midnights
I mean, not all is lost if at least I got to get out a prose or two from restless nights.12am
It’s the first time in days that I felt I’m not being chased - by some grand ideals, by some task, from some past. Perhaps this is fleeting but still I bask. At least until dusk.2am
Then as I fall into distractions, I wonder what is still I’m escaping from?
But still, the night is young. I can break free from these shackles, and try, remember to do better.
I couldn’t ever bring back the times I lose track. It’s okay. I laughed a bit, escaped a bit - and who knows - I needed that. But after, remember. No need to wait for another moment or two to bounce back and restart.4am
I may not be getting any sleep tonight. My mind is buzzing. My heart is glad and I don’t know exactly why. Saturday nights - no limits, just chances.7am
And yes, I admit I didn’t have the most productive start - what with drowning the voices with films and clips that make one forget. Immersing myself in lives and love stories not mine.
But, just in the nick of time, I recover. Do my grounding rituals - like write & create, capture gratitude, read a book, rest a bit, meditate and ground myself, listen to music, to nature, even stretch and move. These are anchors to try, to thrive, or at least get by.
Today has so much in store. At 7am -it has been quite a ride already. Though I rested just barely, I’ll face the rest, bravely.
Catalyzing sunshines, and rising through storms.9am
What a way to start the weekend. Parking my worries, a bit. Immersing in stories. I know. Before I know it Monday, here it comes. Til then, I’ll revel in these stolen pockets. Of time. Of rhymes.(c) Artherese, 2025
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Proses in pauses
Weekday escapes & musings amidst the busy and what could bes. Part 1
Don’t go changing minds
You can’t go about the world trying to change opinions. That’s an uphill battle.
Instead, let them. And listen. You may pick up gems from the scraps – a lesson or at the very least, what not to be.
But also, remember that for everyone – one is the center of one’s own world. How liberating is that? Go make a ruckus, go run, embrace your own kind of sparkle, of crazy. Because while some of the time others are formulating their fleeting narratives and opinions, most times really, no one can be looking.
(written amidst a grab ride to work)
And also, consuming beauty & art, every chance I get A chance to forget yourself
A passage struck me today – how creating is a way to escape and find respite amidst the things to try to forget – among all else including oneself, with its fears and regrets. A momentary bliss.
Even when it’s not yet done or accomplished, there’s progress. Marked by your scars and lessons and pages that echo your bravery, your words. Even when it’s heavy, there is space. A little pocket of time that you need not maximize, you just merely need to live and realize.
And I take solace in the fact that I’m not ever perfect, nor will I ever be, nor will anything ever be. My heavy burden lifted. No need to chase some grand ideals, then. To create is to listen, live, and catalyze. To create is to escape.
(funny how a certain passage that speaks to you can caught your heartstrings, as I find myself getting teary eyed in a cafe. That’s what art and beauty brings – magic)
Living life with stubborn gladness, and coffee. Revelations from a fortune teller encounter
I got to go see a fortune teller the other day. My first. Love isn’t in my cards. Perhaps, not yet. But leaving will pave opportunities. A worthy bet. Also got a reminder. That it’s okay to feel.
I left with wonder. Empowered even. Now it’s up to me. When everything’s up for interpretation, nothing’s ever really set in stone until there is action. My own.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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On ode to un-busy
At the busiest tiredest of nights – I find myself discovering pockets of happiness from the memories, music, and possibilities. And accepting, embracing it. That’s my version of courage, folks. To pause and make space, reflect and create, despite & within the busy.
For the night is here, time to rest and park some fears. For now. The eyes may be weary, but the heart? Remains fiery.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Creating new rituals
Breaks are transforming into vacations. An hour-long vacay. To marvel at the tides and changing seasons. Mostly with a book. Transporting myself to worlds away and within. With relief. A breath of fresh air, a reminder, that all comes to pass. That's life - fair and square. Like this lunch. Along with everything else.
Snaps from my recent culinary adventures: a korean toastie, a mexican birria & horchata, an oriental oyster bao. Living my Eat, Pray, Love journey in a lunchtime.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Holiday Musings
The 25th is almost ending. The Christmas spirit isn’t. These past five days have been a blur of shopping and meet-ups. Laughters, greetings and musings too.
I admit at times I find myself counting the days left. But what if I never do? What if these vacations of connections, giving, and gratitude become an everyday state of being. Why not?
19 days before I’m fully back in the grind. But these holidays aren’t meant for wishful rewinds. Rather, more than a time to unwind, it is a reason to find and live one’s purpose, meaning, and drive.
Merry it is. Well, daunting too. But that’s what endings and starts, and the in-betweens, are for.
(c) Artherese, 2024
*written on Christmas Day, December 25, 2024
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Infinite Skies Ahead
Created a 2025 calendar this weekend as a holiday gift for family and friends. Cheers to infinite skies ahead (and productive focused weekends dedicated to creating) .
And if I’ll be honest – the process of creating this is as much gift to me as it is (and perhaps more so) for those I’ll offer this to.
Happy Holidays!
(c) Artherese, 2024
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