Skip to main content

Featured post

Eid at Javaweg: A Cultural Journey Through Suriname 🌙✨

Eid at Javaweg: A Cultural Journey Through Suriname 🌙✨ Hello everyone! Shachem Lieuw here from Story Time Productions . I am so excited to finally share a special piece of my backlog with you all. As I continue to upload my collection of adventures, today we are diving deep into the vibrant, soul-stirring celebration of Eid al-Fitr at Javaweg! Celebrating Eid in Suriname 🕌 In Suriname, Eid al-Fitr is a beautiful testament to our multicultural harmony. This year, the festivities brought the Javanese community together in a display of faith, joy, and unity. It’s more than just a holiday; it’s a time for reflection, gratitude, and coming together with family and friends to celebrate the end of the fasting month. The Thrill of Javaweg Traffic 🏍️💨 If you’ve never experienced Javaweg (Javaroad) during a celebration, you’re missing out on a unique Surinamese rite of passage! Navigating the traffic was an absolute thrill—the energy, the movement, and the sheer buzz of people heading to ...

The Silent Weight: When the Heart Hurts More Than the Body

The Silent Weight: When the Heart Hurts More Than the Body

"A dark, ethereal figure representing emotional struggle, contrasted by a powerful, luminous heart that glows from within the darkness."


 

"The pain of the heart is stronger than the pain of the body."

We live in a world that is obsessed with physical healing. We have gyms for our muscles, medicine for our fevers, and bandages for our scrapes. But what do we do when the injury is invisible?

As an entrepreneur and someone who spends a lot of time roaming the quiet corners of Suriname, I’ve realized that you can walk ten miles through the bush and feel less exhausted than you do after one hour of heartbreak or betrayal.

The body heals with time, but the heart? The heart requires a different kind of bravery.

The Invisible Ache

A broken bone is a solid thing,

A heavy cast, a winter’s sting.

The blood will clot, the skin will mend,

A physical break we can comprehend.

But the heart is a chamber of liquid fire,

A tangled web of old desire.

When it bruises, there is no purple stain,

Just a hollow echo, a silent rain.

You can run from the cold, you can hide from the blow,

But the wounds of the spirit have nowhere to go.

A cut will close, a scar will fade,

But a heavy heart sits in the shade.

It weighs more than lead, more than stone or steel,

A phantom pressure that the soul must feel.

For the body is a house, but the heart is the home—

And it’s harder to fix when you’re standing alone.

Blogger Notes: Finding the Cure 🌿

In my work with Story Time Productions and my tech projects, I often push my body to the limit. I handle the "early mornings and late nights" because physical tiredness is a badge of honor. But I’ve learned that the most important work we do is the internal maintenance.

Taking care of your heart isn't a sign of weakness; it’s the ultimate survival skill. Whether it's through the peace of nature, a long conversation with a true friend, or just allowing yourself the grace to feel, don't ignore the ache.

How do you heal when your heart is heavy? Do you head into nature, or do you find solace in creation? Let’s share some light in the comments. 👇

Subscribe to my blog for more reflections, road trips, and honest stories from the heart of Suriname. 🎒🇸🇷





 

Comments

Popular Posts