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Hanging On To Dear Life

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.

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Encompassed In What May Seem As Danger

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.

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When Did We Let It Consume Us

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.

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At My Limit

I thought I had a shot at being the first choice, foolish of I to believe so. I thought what we had was special. Now I know, it was just the spur of the moment. It’s no longer the same, no matter how hard I try. No amount of effort I can do to bring it back right. What am I thinking? The effort must come from two for friends make up two. Though selfish of I, to think of such. I don’t think you bother to make an effort anymore.

I guess we’re going our separate ways, both turning to our old ways. I’m scared to go back to mine but at least I know you’re fine. Now I realize, everything was just temporary. Forever does not exist, neither do you and I. I’m giving up now because I’m sick and tired, nothing comes out of the effort I put, nothing to repay it too. The things you say and plan never fails to keep my hopes high. But whoops my mistake, nothing happens. The first few times, I guess it was fine. The next set, I started thinking otherwise. Thanks to you I’ve finally learned, keeping my high and expectations at a point ends to nothing but pain. I think its best for us to have a break. I’m sorry for it may seem selfish but I have no other way. I’ve reached my limit, its all too much. But I guess its fine, since we stopped talking since a few. You don’t even check your messages anymore, might as well stop sending you some since it feel you’re bothered by it anyway.  We both changed and we couldn’t accept the change in the other person.

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Reality of the Imaginary

To live in an imaginary world filled with happiness and peace is to: risk the company of others, those whom you’ve known, know and have yet to know; risk the enlightenment and pain they cause upon you, with knowing that they are what makes of you – what makes you discover your limits and go beyond it; risk the warmth of their embrace and their physical comfort or words that can touch your soul; risk the chance to discover more and venture to the infinite line; risk the chance to call the bets and make decisions; risk the chance to expect the unexpected. To live in such a world is to seclude yourself from the continuous growth of oneself.

It is a choice, an option that one may choose with free will for it is said that we live in a free country. The thought of the happiness and peace makes one feel untouchable and safe from destruction, but being safe will not let one progress. In fact, it prevents anyone from moving forwards.

A world chosen in imaginary is to replay the present over and over again, a broken record on repeat, never going back neither forward. The moment one chooses, knowledge within the being is the only foundation of the imaginary. It may different from time to time but as the sand continuously fall by the grain, different would not be ‘different’ no more.

A pattern such as A, B, C, D may be the original set, within it one may make more, such as: AB, ABCD, ABC, ABD, ACD, AD and etc. In the end, the pattern will stop until there is no more. That is when one starts to repeat the pattern; when different would not be ‘different’ no more.

One cannot benefit. One shall remain stuck.

The past, present and future – there will be no such thing. Birth and death will no longer coexist as one may know. Everything is just a time played upon the infinity.

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Subconscious Changes

I never really expected things to come to this, and I bet we all didn’t. Born as pure as we can be, first signs of life we are poisoned with lies among the people around us. A drop of blood which falls to the purest water there can be. As we continue to age, we grow wiser in each act we make and in each set back we encounter. But what we never notice is that, the wiser we grow the more vile we turn – vile in the sense of impurity from the truth.

Time continues to pass with death and rebirth in its path, nothing can stop it – nothing can prevent it. Every second, minute, hour, day, month, and years that we pass the more we die slowly. We start to lose something we’ve never found in the first place: ourselves. Ideas and beliefs forced upon us, limited choices, and a freedom we all should have, taken from us. Thus, we are forced to be molded to a mold that isn’t our bodies. The longer this continues, the more we lose the basics of humanity – the things that make us unique and human.

Like a bird in a cage, we are trapped in an invisible cage. Most may not notice until it’s too late, when the grasps of lies wrap their arms around one entirely, one is then blinded from the truth. What is the truth? What is the lie? Lies are considered fragments of truth while the truth are considered lies. They coexist within each other for a moment until the clock continues to pass then you see the difference, when it’s too late. The truth and the lie is most comparable to oil and water, at first glance they seem to join but after a while the oil will pass the water and float about it. If we look from above we only see the oil, translucent it is just like lies: fragments of truth. At first glance what we see the lie; it distorts us from seeing the truth for a while.

We all know lies are easier to accept while the truths are difficult to accept. Some may know better than to believe a lie but also know less that they accept the truth, so what does one do? Turn to ignorance of course. Sadly, lies are easier to believe than truth but reject both ideas – you ignore.

Ignorance may be considered to be an easy way out between the two, some may say it’s best and others may think other-wise. Admit it, we all have the tendency to turn to ignorance and well all have our fair share of it. An easy way out seems great at first but in the long run we all tend to hurt more than we’ve started out.

Just remember these few things:

Make your own mold, don’t try and fit into one.
See through the lies and not within one.
An easy way out doesn’t always make it to the end.

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The Tempting Edge

You walk off the edge of the cliff, pacing back and forth thinking the unthinkable.An infinity of “if’s” and “maybe’s” run through your head. Tempting offer, yes?

Forward and onward. No, backward and retract. 

Which one? Endless possibilities, infinite opinions, barrage of confusions – such as those remain your mind tender.

Let your mind be tender for it is what makes you understand. Be focused, as sharp as the tip of your tongue – filled with lies, to not waver from any distractions. Breathe, for it is one that you must and remain to do so. Learn, for without it you may never move on but simply remain still – afloat in time. Most importantly, make mistakes; through such acts we are given a chance, and with this chance gives a new idea.

Life will not always seem as it is supposed to, or simply that is what majority would think so. But maybe, it may also be that life is not to be supposed to but simply supposed from – an exception within what we’d think as, in explainable. More often that not, the in explainable is something we refuse to accept; the laziness of understanding of what refuse.

Forward and onward, backward and retract.