The world will never again become the way it used to be. —To the way it has always been.
Feb. 27, 2017 9:18pm
And then when change finally wraps its arms to everything that’s there; to everything around you… The world will never again become the way it used to be. —To the way it has always been. Your life will never be the same life that you had; the one that you owned. And you will start asking yourself if it’s still your life, or whether you are still the person that you are. It will take time to realize everything all at once, when all those dire questions inevitably pours down on you. It will take time. And you’ll realize. And you will learn. But first, it will throw you into the darkest void where there is nothing but emptiness. And only then, you will understand that no one can escape the world of indifference. Not until you succumbed; and not until you let yourself have the chance to live again. Because nothing then would’ve even mattered.
Feb. 1, 2017 • 3:56pm
You have to find what it is that you want to do; what you love to do. Because it is the thing that will make your life worth living. It’s what will make you happy; what will set you free. It’s what will give your life a meaning and a purpose. It’s what will serve as an answer to all your questions. That’s why you have to go and find it. So just go.
The thing about chameleoning your life is that, –you can’t stick with the truth; and what is real.
Oct. 11, 2016 • 12:14am
The thing about chameleoning your life is that, –you can’t stick with the truth; and what is real. You can’t wake up to reality while keeping your eyes closed and pretend to be dreaming… You cling into this illusion that what’s happening around is alright; and that everything’s okay. You can’t accept it when it’s not. You blend into things and convince yourself that everything is as it seems. When you know the very real thing; you just won’t bite into it. And you continue being a victim by your own pretensions and a great talent.
I’m sick of this loneliness following me everywhere I go.
Those magical identities and colorful secrets of infinity is present only for those who want to see…
Oct. 4, 2016 • 3pm
And I want you to remember that the world is an open sky… A vast place; with so many beautiful, and quirky things beyond. You can look up above and see nothing and everything all at once. But honey, I want you to know that the universe is open only for those who want to know it and to those who are willing enough to understand the boundless mysteries it can offer. Those magical identities and colorful secrets of infinity is present only for those who want to see. For the ones that are eager enough to discover; and the ones who are crazy enough to find out.
“And though the waves keep pushing you aside, you know your feet won’t just give up to keep you afloat… And in that moment… somehow, that was enough.”
July 4, 2016 • 10:16pm
Swimming in the sea makes me feel wild and free…
In a sense that the horizon is infinite; there are no barriers around you. No walls to restrain, or trammel you; or will hinder you to go elsewhere. There was no boundaries that confines you; nor hedges to constrain you. There seem to be no limitations in everything. You can do whatever you want, there are no strings or clips that will pin you down. The view is endless. And so the possibilities are boundless. You know you’re in the widest, huge space spot and that no one can reach you nor drag you. You feel like you’re all alone and the whole view is all yours; the place is yours. Yours. And nobody else’s. And then you just feel amazingly free; and though the waves keep pushing you aside, you know your feet won’t just give up kicking and you keep on swimming to stay afloat… Fighting every wave that comes your way… you continue to swim and carry on.
And in that moment, somehow, that was enough.
It’s not about the absence of light; or the darkness anymore… Sometimes, it’s all about the capacity of your own will to see the light that’s not even there at all.
January 28, 2017 • 10:44am
It’s not about the absence of light; or the darkness anymore… Sometimes, it’s all about the capacity of your own will to see the light that’s not even there at all. Not the ability nor capability to witness. But your own willingness to do so. Your willingness to see. Your mere decision to be provided. To see what’s invisible to the naked eye; and what’s beyond the reach of your eyesight. It is seen only by your own will; or rather, felt. That only light that’s always been inside of you.
In the end… it becomes our own decision to see. It becomes about our will to go past the darkness… or even beyond our dimmed vision.