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The Inner Canvas

A place where thoughts breathe and feelings find form.

Writings that reflect life, unfiltered and real

Just honest writing about real life—no filters, no fluff. Some days it makes sense, some days it doesn’t. That’s life.

The Morning I Slowed Down (and Actually Felt Alive)

It was just a Tuesday. Not a birthday. Not a holiday. Just one of those mornings where everything feels… the same. I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and started the usual scroll. Emails, updates, more noise. But halfway through checking messages I didn’t care about, I...

Abroad Life Is Tough – A Silent Struggle Few Understand

They say living abroad is a dream. That it’s freedom, success, opportunity. People back home look at your photos and imagine a life dipped in gold—clean streets, big buildings, foreign accents, a latte in hand, and dreams coming true like scenes from a Netflix drama....

Scared of My Own Anger: Why I Still Laugh After Being Betrayed at Work

When you’re scared of your own anger, you learn to carry pain with a smile. Not because it doesn’t hurt — but because you know what could happen if you let it boil over. You don’t scream. You don’t retaliate. You laugh. You stay humble. Because sometimes, the only...

Your Energy Is Your Truth—Don’t Shrink It for Anyone

Your Energy Is Your Truth—Don’t Shrink It for Anyone There’s a moment—quiet, sharp—when you walk into a room and feel everything shift. Not because of what you’re wearing. Not because of how you look. But because of something deeper. Something you can’t fake. Your...

When Pain Becomes Routine – A Silent Transformation

There’s a quiet moment in life when something breaks inside you—not with noise, not with drama, but with silence. You don’t scream. You don’t cry. You just stop reacting. We don’t talk much about when pain becomes routine. Maybe because it’s not loud enough to get...

Healing from a Persistent Cough – A Gentle Journey to Recovery

It started quietly — just a tickle in the throat. You know the kind, the one that sneaks up on you at night, then lingers longer than it should. At first, I thought little of it. A warm cup of tea, some rest, maybe the chill in the air or a bit of dust — nothing to...

Men’s Mental Health: The Silent Struggle Behind the Mask

“Men don’t cry, right?” That’s what they tell you. That’s what our fathers said. That’s what their fathers were told before them. And somewhere along the way, that message stopped being a saying and became a script—one men learned to follow without even knowing they...

The Beauty of Distance: Finding Peace in Letting Go

Have you ever just sit in silence and feel everything all at once? The way your heart has patched itself back together after every fall. The way your smile sometimes hides entire storms. The way your soul has learned to protect itself after too many wounds quietly....

Future Self Care – Build a Life You’ll Thank Yourself For

Imagine it’s the year 2068. You wake up in a house that’s quieter than it used to be. Your joints ache. It takes longer to get out of bed. The body you once moved without thinking now requires deliberate effort. You shuffle to the mirror and stare at a face shaped by...

I Feel So Tired: A Cry From Rock Bottom

I feel so tired. Not sleepy. Not weary. But that kind of soul-deep tiredness that feels like your body is still alive but your spirit is dragging behind, bleeding from a thousand invisible wounds. I feel so tired, I can’t even scream anymore. You know, I never wanted...

Not for attention, but for the truth

I don’t say out loud the feelings that don’t fit into conversations.

Here, I write what I carry—grief, joy, clarity, confusion.

Hello! I’m Rony

Writer of quiet thoughts and honest reflections. Exploring life after a heart attack—one word at a time. This is my inner space for emotion, clarity, and real connection—a place where words and visuals come together to express the depth of experience.

Photographer, cinematographer, content creator, web & graphic designer. Passionate about storytelling, travel, meeting new people & cultures, and the rhythm of music that moves the soul. Creativity fuels my journey, as I find beauty in the details and meaning in every frame.

Always exploring life through visuals and meaningful connections, seeking stories that resonate, moments that inspire, and the endless possibilities that unfold in the spaces between.

Telling stories through lens and language

Framing emotions

in images and words

The Inner Canvas is a quiet space carved out of noise—a place where I pour what I can’t always say out loud. It’s where emotions take shape, where thoughts turn into something I can see and make sense of. After everything life has thrown at me, especially in recent years, I’ve come to value honesty over perfection, presence over performance. This isn’t just a blog—it’s a reflection of what lives inside me: the questions, the memories, the moments that stay. If you’ve ever felt deeply and struggled to name it, this space is for you, too.