What difference does it make if one can pursue the other, if one can succeed more than the other? We all have the potential do something great, it’s just a matter of taking the chance to do so.
You can fool the mind, but not heart.
A great deal of effort exerted to reach a specific goal or to do a specific task is a fulfilling feeling. It’s like the amount of preparation done to climb a mountain is such a hassling task but finally, you’ve reached the top. You then take in the scenery and reminisce everything you’ve done to make it come true. All the stress, the weight of each choice that must be made and all the obstacles you must overcome to reach the top. In the process of all the enjoyment and safety, you carelessly start walking closer and closer to the edge. Soon you then realize you are standing right on the edge.
With the sun shining above you and the wind blowing past you, you have this great idea to just simply look off the edge to see how far you’ve climbed, and so you do. Wrong move. Big mistake. The earth you stand on sudden crumbles under your weight. Soon you reality slowly sinks in… with words going through your mind, regrets and cussing said barely a breath while trying to keep your bearing. The ground then completely collapse and you infuriatingly try your best you grab something, anything just to save your sorry ass. Luckily, you do grab on to a root. With all the strength you have, you try to pull yourself up on safety ground but the effort is futile because it seems as if your hands are slipping from the root. It’s as if you were never meant to dwell too high from the ground, just as birds are constricted to fly to far from the ground.
Blaming your stupid pride, you took the comfort and safety for granted.
“Better to be feared than to be loved” – Niccolo Macchiavelli
A midnight stroll around the forest of which I’ve dared to take, maybe just to clear my head or so. Some may say that monsters and mythological monsters claim the forest by this hour, others worst than most. But what I see are tress swaying in harmony with the cool breeze that surround me.
The forest isn’t what they all claim it to be, it’s somewhat enchanting – alluring. It drags you in like hypnosis that leaves you in a trance. As I dared to look up to the vast night sky, stars shimmering bright as if they appear to observe. As I ventured on and on wards, I hear noise – animal noises. It seems as if they are making a symphony of sounds or maybe a lovely poem recited of which differ in language but still in harmony. Sadly, my time comes to end. As I lay in the center of all this, I close my eyes and dared to slumber where I know that demons will appear.
How can one bring justice to the unjustified acts? Now I tell you it’s what we may say as money, lies, and persuasion.
Oppression is the exercise of authority or power in a burdensome, cruel or unjust manner. Synonym of such would be abuse, brutality, harshness, injustice…etc. It constricts oneself from doing the best she/he can. I’ve seen how power can change one unto something different, a whole different being to begin with. The little girl or the boy next-door you’ve used to know is gone, only then replaced by a coating or superficial believes. With power acting as a poison, it goes to great extent to spread within it’s victim, it does not stop there. It’s then followed by victims of the victim, those who’re under that rule. Wrapped with an ivy like object, constricting them in a cage which contradicts their believes.
Some may say things such as “That doesn’t exist.” or maybe “Huh? There’s no such thing”. But now I ask you to open your eye, open then real wide, can’t you see that it’s currently consuming our everyday lives. It’s become so often that you don’t even notice anymore.
Oppression silences the wise and prevents them to speak up. One word out of their mouth, one simply idea – the whole world is against them. Blocks the creative mind, and replaces it with unjust abusive copy cats. Oppression prevents you from being you. It consumes you’re whole being, and in that process you lose the person you once known.