I did my Spin The Wheels, Read The Feels (more on this on the next post!) for the first time and Mga Tala at Tula by Ron Canimo is what the wheels wanted me to read – aaaand what an opening pick!
The book is written in the second-person POV, so it felt as if someone was talking to me about their heartaches, self-doubts, and the long winding journey toward acceptance and healing. Some entries read like reminders on how to heal, how to forget, and even how to get over the pain. But other entries, and I think the majority of them, are raw and questioning: Why did you leave? Why did you break your promises? Why does it hurt?
Thing is, I am in a good place now. My heart has been fully mended and healthy, a little bit bruised but definitely healing. I am not sad anymore, and I’ve learned to embrace being alone. And so, many of these entries made me laugh – and not because they are funny, but because I could picture my broken self in the past reading this book while crying and nodding and finding comfort in its relatability.
Because… isn’t that part of the process? You cry over someone, then you get angry, then you beg them to come back. You skip meals, revisit places you once shared, and hold on to the little rituals until you finally accept that it’s over. And then comes the sixth stage of grief: rereading your heartbreak diary and finding it hilarious because why on earth did I cry and go crazy over such a stupid loser?
And that diary happens to be this book – Mga Tala at Tula.
Ron Canimo captured in beautiful words the pain, the broken promises, and even the void we once thought would stay there forever and consume us whole. And yet, he also captured how those wounds can be carried, remembered, and eventually healed.
🌸Mood Match
It’s like listening to your best friend recount their late-night heartbreak playlist except this time, you’re healed enough to laugh, nod, and sip your coffee while saying, “Oh, I’ve been there. Don’t worry, someday, you’ll laugh about it too!”
☕Emotional Aftertaste
A mix of tenderness and relief. I didn’t come out of it broken, instead I came out reminded of how far I’ve come.
📚 Shelf/Heart Space
This book is a time capsule of heartbreak, but also proof that pain is survivable. It sits on my shelf as a mirror of who I once was, and a reminder of how beautifully healing can happen.
Next spin, next feels. Can’t wait to see where the wheel takes me after this.
xo
