{"id":2005,"date":"2024-10-24T12:22:35","date_gmt":"2024-10-24T12:22:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/?p=2005"},"modified":"2024-10-24T18:31:38","modified_gmt":"2024-10-24T18:31:38","slug":"see-yourself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/see-yourself\/","title":{"rendered":"See Yourself"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>You see the cracks first,<br>the places where you\u2019ve broken,<br>where the light doesn\u2019t reach.<br>But they\u2014<br>the ones who love you\u2014<br>see the way the light bends around you,<br>even when you feel invisible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You don\u2019t think you\u2019re worthy of love,<br>but they\u2019ve held it for you,<br>carefully, like something fragile,<br>even when you didn\u2019t ask for it.<br>They\u2019ve seen the best of you<br>on the days when you felt like the worst.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You search for approval in empty spaces,<br>chasing after people who won\u2019t even turn their heads.<br>But the ones who matter are there\u2014<br>quietly watching, patiently waiting\u2014<br>for you to notice them.<br>They see reasons for your happiness<br>when you see none.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If you can\u2019t find joy in what you have,<br>what makes you think you\u2019ll find it<br>in something more?<br>If you can\u2019t love the stars,<br>you\u2019ll never understand the moon.<br>If you can\u2019t love yourself now,<br>how will you ever feel whole<br>when you\u2019re still waiting<br>for someone else to hand you that missing piece?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You see the cracks first,the places where you\u2019ve broken,where the light doesn\u2019t reach.But they\u2014the ones who love you\u2014see the way the light bends around you,even when you feel invisible. You don\u2019t think you\u2019re worthy of love,but they\u2019ve held it for you,carefully, like something fragile,even when you didn\u2019t ask for it.They\u2019ve seen the best of youon [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","pgc_sgb_lightbox_settings":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[31],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-2005","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-poem","7":"entry"},"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"vasudha","author_link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/author\/vasudha\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2005"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2005"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2005\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2011,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2005\/revisions\/2011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2005"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2005"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2005"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}