Cherry

Thoughts and musings on life’s randomness. I prefer expressing myself through writing rather than talking.

[cherriesblossom17]

"Healing doesn’t mean I’ll never feel the pain again. It means I’ve learned to handle it better each time it comes back."

[emilybraydenblogs]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

[thereadmind]

[cherriesblossom17]

Just something that I want to rant about in my life.

I’ve always been someone who can easily remember people's likes and dislikes. I’m quick to pick up on how they feel, whether they’re sad, uncomfortable, or upset. It’s just how I am—I can read their emotions through their faces without even having to ask. It’s instinctive for me to care for others and be there for them when they need it.

But sometimes, it feels lonely. I realize that no one really remembers the little things about me—the things I like or dislike. I can count on a few people who do, but even they occasionally forget or get things mixed up. It’s hard not to feel a little sad about it, even though I know it's not their fault. I don’t expect others to always be as attuned as I am to their emotions or to mine. I don’t force anyone to be the same way I am. It’s just who I am, and I can’t change that instinct to care.

I don’t feel like I can ask others to pay attention to my feelings the way I do for them. The circle I’m in doesn’t seem to make the effort to remember or notice unless they feel like it. And that’s okay, I guess. I know I can’t expect people to act the same way I do. They do care about me, and they always try not to burden me, which I appreciate. There are also some who feel like it's not theirs to pry into other people's lives or emotions, and they’re hesitant to help first because they worry it might make others uncomfortable. They wait for others to ask for help.

I understand that, but sometimes, I can't help but wish people would come to me first. It’s hard when you already know you give others so much of your attention, yet you still feel unseen.

I’ve tried to stop caring so much, to ignore my instincts, but it’s impossible. I just can’t turn it off. I see it in their faces—the way they feel—and it pulls me to care for them. But at the same time, I wish someone would see me the way I see them, even if just for a moment.

I know it’s not something I can force, and I have to accept that people might not always be as quick to notice. But I hope, one day, they’ll understand the effort it takes to be the person who always cares. I hope they’ll remember me too.

[cherriesblossom17]

Late night thought 💭

People read quotes and poetry books because they can't say what they feel, but they read them as if they are their own feelings.

When I feel down, I read books like quotes, poems, or any self-help literature, and then I cry and feel comforted afterward. I thought about why this happens.

Then I realized it's because I can't express what comes to my mind or tell other people about my feelings. So when I read these kinds of books, it feels like the words are speaking for me because I can't do it myself.

[cherriesblossom17]

From Politeness to Misjudgment: The Double Standard in Conversations

In certain situations, when a man and a woman are having a fun conversation, people assume the woman is being flirty or playing hard to get. Even if she’s just being polite, she is the one who gets judged. Meanwhile, not much is said about the man. Why is it that the woman is always the one being criticized?

This happens because of society’s unfair rules. Women are judged more harshly, even though both the man and woman are part of the conversation. This can lead to awkwardness and prevent people from speaking freely.

A reminder for women going through this:

It’s okay to be yourself and set boundaries.

You don’t have to change how you act to please others.

You can speak up if you feel unfairly judged.

It’s important to change the way we think.

This isn’t the fault of either the man or the woman. It’s how society has been for a long time. But we can change this by treating both men and women equally. We need to stop making assumptions about women when they talk to men, and let everyone enjoy conversations without fear of judgment.

Let’s work together to create a world where men and women can talk freely without being criticized. By understanding and supporting each other, we can break these unfair rules and allow people to be themselves.

[cherriesblossom17]

Rain, insomnia, and tears—what a perfect combination, I guess.

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

[cherriesblossom17]

The Silent Struggle: Facing Unseen Feelings

Lately, I’ve found myself lying awake at night, staring into the darkness, feeling like my mind is empty. There’s no rush of thoughts, no specific worries to latch onto—just this overwhelming sense of nothingness. And yet, despite that emptiness, I still cannot sleep. I tell myself that maybe it’s because I slept too much earlier in the day, or perhaps I’m just not tired enough. But no matter how I try to tire myself out, to push my body into exhaustion, it remains the same.

Then, there are the nights when, without warning, tears come. I cry myself to sleep, feeling confused by the emotions that spill out of me. I don’t always know why I’m crying, but deep down, there’s a part of me that feels like I do. There must be a reason, but I... sigh. Am I avoiding it? Am I in denial? Sometimes I feel like I am denying my feelings, but confronting them feels too heavy to bear.

I know I’m avoiding my emotions. There’s this feeling that I just can’t seem to break through, and even though I realize it, I just can’t confront it.

I want to write it all out and give myself the space to process, but every time I try, I give up. Maybe it’s because I'm too lazy to do it, or maybe it’s because I can’t think about what I want to write. So I sit there, pen in hand, and sometimes when I try to write, it starts to feel like my heart aches at the thought of putting my emotions into words.

After that, I wonder: how long will this phase last? How long do I have to be like this? I keep asking myself when this heaviness will be gone, when I will finally feel like myself again. But the answer never comes.

I know I need to take things slow—bit by bit, one step at a time. I tell myself it’s okay to cry, okay to feel lost, okay to not have all the answers right now. But still, the weight lingers, and I wonder when I’ll finally be able to move past it.

For now, I’ll try to write, even when it feels like my heart can’t bear it. I’ll try to let myself feel without running away, knowing that eventually, this phase will pass, and I’ll find a way to breathe easier again.

Take care of yourself, everyone, and remember to be kind to yourself through this process. It’s okay to take things day by day. This phase won’t last forever, even though it might feel that way right now. You’ll find your way out, and there’s no need to rush yourself—your pace is the right one for you.

[perfectquote]

“There are two ways to be happy: change the situation, or change your mindset towards it”

— Unknown

[cherriesblossom17]

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[cherriesblossom17]

The Journey of Growth: When Mistakes Weigh Heavy

I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, heart sinking. Another mistake again, I sighed. This one felt like just another drop in my heart. Different projects, different errors. Yet, each one left me feeling the same—a sense of incompetence.

It wasn’t as though I wasn’t trying. I double-checked, triple-checked—sometimes more. I pored over my work like it was the most important task in the world, and yet, I’d still miss something. A small detail would slip through my fingers, just when I thought everything was perfect. And the cycle would begin again: fix, redo, move forward, stumble once more.

Then, I would start asking myself, “Am I just not cut out for this?” That thought haunted me, lingering in the back of my mind. I knew focus was important, and I had always prided myself on my attention to detail. But now, I began wondering: is this job not cut out for me?

But I knew it wasn’t that simple. Every job requires focus, yes, but could I really be this unfocused? Was it truly incompetence, or was it something else?

After another tough day, I sat down and reflected. Maybe it’s not about incompetence, I told myself.

Maybe I was simply learning, and every misstep wasn’t a sign of weakness, but rather an opportunity to understand more. Improvement would come with time.

Yet, with this realization came another truth: the guilt. As I made mistake after mistake, the people around me—colleagues, mentors—kept helping, patiently guiding me through each error. I knew they meant well, but I felt like I was letting them down. I imagined their frustration, masked behind kind words and encouragement.

Still, I reminded myself that the very act of caring about their help, about not wanting to be a burden, was proof that I could improve. The journey wasn’t supposed to be perfect. I could refine my process, improve my focus, and most importantly, stop being so hard on myself. After all, people who genuinely want to help will continue to be patient as long as they see me striving.

So, as I sit here, still learning and still stumbling at times, I remind myself: growth takes time. I’m not incompetent, nor am I hopeless. I’m simply in the process of becoming better. And for those who help me, I’ll one day repay their patience with the strength I’ll gain from these lessons. For now, though, I take a deep breath and continue forward—mistakes and all.

So, I hope that all of you won’t be too hard on yourselves and keep praising yourselves for all the hard work you do. One day, you’ll see, bit by bit, the process of your improvement.

[cherriesblossom17]

Finding Happiness in the Small Things

Sometimes, just a little bit of happiness in a day can change everything. Whether it's a kind gesture or uplifting words, those small things can instantly brighten your mood.

It’s amazing how finding joy in the small things can transform an ordinary day into something special.

Happiness doesn't always come from big events—it often lives in the simple moments that we might overlook.

Gratitude plays a huge role in this. When we take the time to appreciate those little things, it shifts our perspective, brightens our outlook, and makes life more fulfilling, even in challenging times.

For me, that’s exactly how I feel. These small moments of happiness are what keep me looking forward to the next day. They may seem insignificant, but they give us strength and remind us that there’s always a reason to carry on, no matter how tough things might get.

In the end, it's these little moments that keep us resilient and hopeful. They're what give us the strength to keep moving forward.

I hope you too will find your own little moments of happiness.

[cherriesblossom17]

The Weight of Empathy: When Their Struggles Become Yours

Sometimes, the emotions of others seep into our own lives, especially when it’s someone we deeply care about—even if we’ve never met them in person, like an idol, artist, or anyone who holds a special place in our hearts. Seeing them sad or going through difficult times can weigh heavily on us, making us feel helpless because, no matter how much we want to, we can’t offer our support in a tangible way. We wish we could tell them, "I’m here for you, and it’s okay to take a break," but the distance between us leaves us only with silent hope.

What makes it even harder is when these individuals, instead of taking care of themselves, turn their energy toward encouraging us, as if our struggles matter more than their own. It’s bittersweet—knowing they’re the ones in need of comfort, yet they choose to offer us strength.

In the end, all we can do is hold on to the hope that they will find their way through the tough times. We can silently support them, wishing for their well-being, and trust that they will eventually take care of themselves, just as they’ve cared for others.

And in the process, we remind ourselves that while it’s okay to feel their pain, we must also take care of our own.

[cherriesblossom17]

Watch "Orange - 7!! Kalimba Cover" on YouTube

Orange - 7!! Kalimba Cover

Hello everyone, how was your day ?

this is my second cover i posted on my YouTube Channel in this month 😄😄

this time i cover anime song from movie " Your Lie In April ", it's a really best movie and beautiful drama ☺☺

and it's been a long time since i cover using an acrylic kalimba, i hope you guys enjoy my cover 🥰🥰

Check out the full cover on my YouTube Channel, links on my bio 🔗🤗🤗

Have a nice day everyone 🌼🌼

[cherriesblossom17]

Hello everyone, how was your day ?, i hope you have a wonderful day 🤗🌼🌼

Tomorrow i will post a new video cover anime song, soo stay tune everyone 🥳🤗🤗

Thank you and have a nice day 🌼🌼💕

[cherriesblossom17]

Hello everyone, how's your weekend , my weekend this time will be full of cleaning the house 😆😆😆, i hope everyone have a wonderful weekend 🤗🤗🌼🌼

this is some of my favorite bookmarks that i made from the past few days, i don't know why but i keep making bunch of bookmarks that i don't know where to store it 😂😂😂

and i have a good news, i will be post a new cover next week on Thursday stay tune 🥳🥳, i will cover a anime opening song from a movie, i will drop some hints soon 😁😁

Have a nice day everyone, don't forget to check out my latest cover on my YouTube Channel, link is on my bio 😊😊🌼🌼