Book Review | Seeds Planted in Concrete

xiiii. Isn’t it beautiful? How our hearts can effortlessly fall in love with something as simple as a smile. How one single spark can inspire wildfires within us, and how the idea of forgetting the way someone made us feel is just as absurd as the coast forgetting the ocean, or the Earth forgetting the sun. Isn’t it beautiful? How ruthlessly we still hope, how deeply we still surrender.

We can’t really forget how someone made us feel, can we?

xliv. I was a shade of scarlet,
he was a shade of yellow,
and all I wanted to do was live life
in a perfect shade of orange,
like the exceptional merging of colours,
the unique communion of hues
that dances within each sunset.

xlviii. I will meet you within the holes of the sky, the
untouched tunnels where dreamers stamp out
the supernovas. I will meet you within the
intensity of the sea, between the waves and the
horizon – that small sliver of Earth where
feeling is preserved like a mounted butterfly in a
glass case. Where is the paradise that surges
beyond love?
I will meet you there.

Just look here the imagery she created with her words. My heart somersault inside my chest. I’m in love with this kind of poetry.

viii. The greatest tragedy of the human condition is
that we often favor nurture rather than nature.
We favor the heartbreaks, the dishonesties, the
ghosts that haunt our spines, and forget the fact
that nature never lies.
Nature never asks for permission, it
simply just exists, as it is. A cloud will never
refrain from crying, a mountain will always
stand confident, a tree will grow where it is
planted, and it will grow strong,
because nature never denies itself.
Nature never doubts or withholds,
it never plays small, it never submits.
Be more like nature. Do not let your mind
taint the beauty in which your heart has felt.
Rather, stay wild within your love, within your
curiosities. Let your passion run raw like indigo
currents, until you have unapologetically,
ruthlessly, set yourself free.

Aren’t these words too powerful? My heart hurts in a good way. Sometimes, we need this kind of reminder. Don’t we?

lxi. Remember what you are made of the next time you think you are bulletproof. You are white bone and silken flesh; your heart is made of gold and glass. Stop trying to make yourself indestructible – like any soft creature it is in your nature to break, like any soft creature it is in your nature to heal.

Let us allow ourselves to heal. The scars will always be there and there will be wounds that will forever bleed but maybe, just maybe, when we don’t inflict this pain towards others, it will heal. We will heal.

lxvii. For years you let yourself believe that you were a prison, a home to all of the intervals of time you wasted being confused, or heartbroken, or unhappy. The truth is, there are things inside of you that the world needs to hear, there are breaks and breakdowns that will mend hearts and patch sores. Do not convince yourself that your suffering was futile, that your scars are simply scars instead of stories. Do not keep your past suspended like an anchor in the back of your throat, for it is time to speak. I promise you – the voice you think is simply just a whisper, is actually made of brazen thunder. It will bellow through the bones of those who need it, it will clap within the veins of a seeking heart, and when you least expect it, someone will thank you for sharing the mausoleum of lessons you boarded up within, and you will finally, finally, understand why you had to bleed.

lxxiv. You are never really mortal if you love and inspire someone deeply. In that, you will always live on.

This. This is why I write. I hope my words reach you, too. Somehow. In whatever way. That would mean the absolute world to me.

lxxxiv. Do you understand? What you are made of? The very stars combust in the night sky with the same atoms that make up your mind. The trees breathe the same air as you do, the very salt of your skin is the same salt that crashes against shorelines due to the turning of the moon. Can you feel that? The nature within you?

Please love yourself.

I know, I bookmarked A LOT. I loved all the pieces here but there is one I don’t particularly connect with.

lxiv. Let your words
shine like Spring,
For those with Winter
in their bones.

This reminds me of what I wrote in my blog post for Seokjin: You are the most beautiful flower in the middle of winter.I also added recently: my crystal snow in a spring day.

I just think that words should shine in all seasons. People who have Winter in their bones (like I do) don’t necessarily mean that they are cold; that they need warmth. I find comfort in the cold. People who are Spring or Summer don’t mean they are all sunshine and rainbows. There are people who wilt in other people’s brighter days. This is how I take the poem, at least. It’s a poetry, anyway. It may be different for you. 🙂

My Rating

Have you read this already? If not, I highly recommend this!

I’ve always wanted to read this book since I found out about Thought Catalog. Bianca Sparacino is one of my favorite writers from the site. Not to sound bias, what really gravitated me towards this book is the cover. It’s an abstract! Also, the title reminds me of the quote: “bloom where you are planted”

Whether you are into poetry and prose or not, I hope you can give this one a try. This made my soul feel at ease. The impact and words remain—tattooed in my whole being. I mean it in the most sincerely poetic way possible ✨

This book is about embracing both the good and the bad. You can’t get rid of the blackholes. They don’t necessarily make the galaxy less beautiful. You can’t get rid of the dangerous sea creatures, they are part of the beauty of the ocean. I have mentioned about Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa before. You can only know the true meaning of the most beautiful moments in life when you accept the fact that life is not always good; that there will always be bad things. But, that’s all okay because there are always better days ahead.

Sometimes, we know what we want to tell ourselves but we still look for people who will tell it to our faces. Maybe, this is what you need at the moment. You will never know the impact of the book until you pick it up and read it. Let me know if you like it too!

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