I know that life is supposed to be some kind of a journey filled with little stops. And I know that it’s supposed to be measured by the little things, like daily achievements and simple joys and whatnot.
But sometimes, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be fighting for.
Yes those little things seem important. But what do you do when you can’t see the big picture?
They say that life is like a journey. But what kind of journey would that be if the destination is simply a question mark?
I don’t think that I’m aimless per se… but it’s like navigating through a long train ride, where there are so many different tracks that looks very similar to one another in front of you. And somehow, the scenery never really changes.
What would you do?
Continue reading Train Ride To Nowhere?
Because even though we thinks we can hold countless of ideas and idealism the way a paper hold an idea… we are fragile and vulnerable, easily rumpled and shredded even with the bluntest of knifes.
Still we cut each other up, pretending we are mighty, even though we know how it hurts. Perhaps we can’t stop being like papers. But perhaps we can stop trying to be so tough, so mean, so easy to judge and cut meaningless patterns.
Because it doesn’t take much to realize that sometimes, we are all quite similar after all.
Continue reading We’re all Paper, We’re all Scissors
The birds fly without worrying about the span of their wings.
Why should we humans worry about the limit of our reach?
The wild flowers grow despite of the sun and rain.
Why should we worry about the circumstances that are beyond of our control?
The crickets sing away without an audience, and the ants toiled together without keeping scores.
Why should we let others’ appreciation and judgment of our work be a measure of its worth?
Continue reading The Pace of Nature
I never liked the way the grey sky looks
But it’s in the storm I found
A strength greater than the world
That lifted me up ever so gently,
And taught me what it is to be still.
I never wished for fire
But it’s in that desperation I felt
A hope that is unlike any other
That enveloped me in warmth,
And led me to the path of courage.
I never wanted to be tossed by the waves
But it’s in the seconds before I drowned
That I realized I was anchored
Protected in an unshakable grip,
And knew what it is to be saved.
Continue reading Tempest
I know I’m climbing the edge of a cliff to find my quiet place
I know, I’m looking.
But please don’t say that I’ll fall…
You’ll make me believe that I will.
I know I’m swimming against the currents to escape the waters
I know, I’m fighting.
But please don’t say that the waves are stronger…
You’ll make me believe that I’ll drown.
I know that I’m navigating through the woods by trusting my guts
I know, I’m searching.
But please don’t say that I’m aimless…
You’ll make me believe that I’m lost.
Continue reading Just Don’t.
What are illusions, according to you?
The world is full of illusions. We see what we want to see. We choose to listen to things selectively. We believe, what we think is right.
But I think, one of the most dangerous and prevalent types of all illusions… is the illusion of self. Self image. Self worth.
Sometimes, I think the world is like a Room full of Mirrors. But not just ordinary mirrors. Some of them are concave, and some are shaped like a convex. Some are broken, and some are so fogged you can barely see what they reflect.
And yet there we are, standing in the middle of it, trying to figure out who we are, what we look like, and who we should be.
Continue reading A Room Full of Mirrors
Hi guys, I thought it’d be fun for me to open the floor for you to submit a prompt about a topic that you would like me to write about.
It can pretty much be in any form / style:
- Questions on perspectives
- A photograph, and you ask me to write a short story / poetry about it
- A current issue
- An opinion on any types of question
- A writing challenge
HOW: Simply post a comment below!
Continue reading Suggest A Prompt!