Just Monika Quotes

Just Monika

Empaths are absorbers, not observers. When you just observe, you are no longer an empath but just a sympath.

I’m just a boy- standing in front of a screen- with a whole bunch of other people watching…” Xavier’s box suddenly flickered back on, next to Monika on the big screen. “Oh, piss off, Xavier!” I said. Xavier disappeared again. “…and asking you to love me!

Unconscious of my destructive patterns, desperate to be loved, no matter what, and not standing up for myself when he had hurt me the first and second time, I had finally got a painful wake-up call. Shame it had taken me so long to realise I deserved more in life and I deserved to find true love, rather than keeping an unfulfilled and immature relationship, just because I was afraid to be alone. I had finally said ‘It’s over’ for which I had paid a high price with his vengeance, but I was proud to have faced my fears and moved on with life, no matter how painful it would be, fully respecting myself and trusting that one day I would find the right man to feel complete. Finding my other half and be happy. Yes, I was afraid that it could never happen, but I was now ready to face my fears of abandonment and go forward, single and alone, but independent and in charge of my destiny. – from ‘Polish Girl In Pursuit of the English Dream

I found LOVE. But not just any kind of love. During one of my daily meditations, when tears were flowing down my cheeks as if I had been watching a horror movie, with all my pain, suffering and demons, playing main characters in the story of my life, I had felt an inexplicable warmth in my heart. I felt something that I had never felt before. An unconditional love… for myself. I felt that I was more than just a human being. I felt I was part of the surrounding universe. I was a spirit. And in that moment, I felt as if nothing else had existed or mattered. No worries. No problems. There was no past. There was no future. There was only ME and there was no… suffering any more. No more pain, no more heartbreak. I didn’t need anyone else to love me because I BECAME love. I became who I had always been so desperately searching for, whole as a person. I realised that only when we are whole as a spirit, filled with unconditional love for ourselves, that can we truly find and share an immense love with another human being, the one that is right for us and who is also whole as a person. – from ‘Polish Girl In Pursuit of the English Dream by Monika Wiśniewska

LOVE, sometimes we find only just like a piece of ADORNMENT in the corner of our HEARTS...!!

I'm neither in the pursuit of happiness nor in the anamnesis of afflictions. I'm just trying to capture a moment. Souvenir of Time.

Learn to appreciate. Appreciation is not just a routine or habitual action; instead, it can be a sudden, profound realization or insight. It adds a layer of depth to the concept, suggesting that genuine appreciation goes beyond surface-level acknowledgment and can bring about a deeper understanding or enlightenment.

And sometimes... Try walking in someone else's shoes. It is not just about understanding their path; it's an immersive journey that reveals the intricate terrain of their experiences. It's an empathy-driven exploration where you not only see the world through their eyes but also feel the echoes of their struggles and triumphs resonating with your own heartbeat. In this shared odyssey, compassion becomes the compass guiding you through the diverse landscapes of human existence. Try it.

When the truth knocks on the door, it echoes with a sincerity of unspoken revelations. To welcome it is to confront the raw honesty it holds, unlocking a passage to self-discovery and the authentic essence of existence. The door spontaneously swings open not just to facts but to a profound journey of acceptance, growth, and the liberation that truth, unbridled, brings.

Being friends is not just a chapter in life; it is the beautifully written story that unfolds with every shared moment and heartfelt conversation.

Life is a wild orchard, bursting with possibility. It will test you, shake you to your core, and leave you bruised. But just as solitude hungers for connection, isolation can't extinguish the inherent desire to love and be loved. So, take a bite. Savor the sweetness, the tang, the unexpected worm. Because even the fallen fruit, bruised and forgotten, hints a promise: new growth, new chances.

Often... Those who wear themselves thin to meet everyone's needs can end up feeling the most alone.. just like a lighthouse that tirelessly guides others to shore, yet remains isolated in the darkness.

Our minds are like bustling train stations. Thoughts constantly arrive and depart, some fleeting whispers, others insistent shouts. But just like a passerby isn't rattled by every announcement, we needn't be swayed by every thought. It's the latching on, the belief that a random thought holds absolute truth, that burdens us. True suffering stems from clinging to these mental trains, mistaking them for our final destination.

Life would have been a little easier this way. Whenever you feel sad, just take a sip from the bottle and you would wake up better the next day. If there is something which can’t be cured by the little ones, sniff the essence from the locked treasure in big jars. They always work.

If she wasn’t crying so much, I would have told her that I already have a father. And that he, like George, is just a man.

Wisdom is not confined to ancient tomes, but a living essence that thrives in everyday moments. It doesn't dwell solely in the minds of scholars, but also in the whispers of the nature and the laughter of children. Like a hidden treasure, wisdom reveals itself not just in profound declarations but in the subtleties of a well-lived life, where lessons are learned from the simplest of stories and the quietest of reflections.

I believe that true art should challenge viewers intellectually, prompting them to engage in a deeper thought process. It shouldn't just be visually pleasing; it should compel people to question, reflect, and perhaps even reconsider their perspectives as well. Honest art goes beyond surface-level beauty to stimulate meaningful contemplation and dialogue.

It's only words and words are all I've. I'm a person who enjoys quiet moments, of reflection and Introspection. And over the years I've come to grasp a fundamental truth about myself: "Words are all I have." This realization runs deep, emphasizing the significance of my composing journey. It's an acknowledgment that the very make-up of my being, from couching joy to helming sorrow, relies on my art of words. It's only words, but to me, they hold the essence of my dreams. Each word I speak or write is a reflection of who I am and what I feel. They're not just letters strung together; they're pieces of my soul; shared.. It's only words, but they're my gateway to the world of my innermost thoughts and feelings. With each word expressed, I reveal a piece of my heart, offering glimpses into my fear and mettle. Through the art of language, I try to epitomize, I reveal the sanctuary of my soul, trusting, with the raw beauty of the vulnerabilities. In this self-awareness, I find the strength that accompany the words I choose to wield. They often become the bridge between my inner world and the external reality, giving meaning to my experiences and connecting me with others on a profound level. It's only words. This very phrase encapsulates the essence of my personal journey—a recognition of the weight and wonder held within the words that accompany me through every epoch of my life. Wishes are a strong current guiding us through the river of dreams, gently nudging us towards the shores of our deepest desires. I wish my words dance like poetry and sing like music, leaving a trail of wonder and enchantment in their wake.

It's okay to not be okay as it's okay to be okay. Admitting when you are suffering is just as valuable as admitting when you are at a good place. Everything is valid.

Its okay to be not okay just as its okay to be okay. Admitting when you are suffering is just as valuable as admitting when you are at a good place. Everything is valid.

Fate can bring you together, but it can just as easily tear you apart.

Watching this was eye-opening to me. Not just the fact that the woman managed to do it, but how she did it. As later experiences would confirm, to deal with a man like that, a man like George, you have to pull the rug out from under him. Not all at once, of course; a small tug here, another one there. You don’t back down when he tries to wield his power. Instead, you trip him up by slipping him little lies. Correct him whenever you can. Confuse him. Make him feel foolish. Men like him hate being wrong, hate being embarrassed, hate not being in control. Men like him don’t know what to do when that happens, and they resort to childish displays of anger, temper tantrums, sulking. In spite of this, he won’t be able to do a single thing about it because in the end he’s the one who is weak. The only power he has is the power you are willing to give him, and you’ve given him nothing. Not a scrap. By the time you’re done with him, he’ll be begging for mercy. Who is he if he can’t control you? Is he even a man anymore? It will seem like a relief when you give him a hand, even if that hand is holding a blade. And when you take everything from him, you can say what these men say about us: He was asking for it. He was begging for it. He must have wanted it, since he didn’t fight back.

Ideas lack substance without experience, just as perceptions falter without structure. The mind alone cannot perceive, nor can the senses reason. True understanding emerges only when thought and awareness move in harmony.