Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Thoughts
"Life is not a contest. Your pain counts as much as anyone else's. Don't minimise your hurt by thinking others have been hurt much worse." -T.K. (Sept 20th, '15)
Random Thoughts
No one can have the best of both worlds. There is always a price to pay. You win one, you lose the other. It's just a matter of which one you choose to lose, and which to win. (Sept 16th, '15)
Random Thoughts
When you're in sync with someone, the sky seems brighter. Whenever you are alone and you notice all the beauty around you, you are self complacent. You are one with yourself. You don't need anyone to make yourself happy. (Sept, 13th, '15)
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Benign
Benign is really not benign. Benign is, in fact, subjective.
Skin color is of no relevance. Yet, skin color is the cause of too many deaths. This dark theme is hovering in my mind. How can something so small give rise to something so tragic? How can something that should not be an issue, be an issue?
Politics and leniencies... they don't mingle.
Discriminations and incites... deadly heights.
She was Sacrifice. She was Humility. She was Love. She was everything.
There she was. BOOM! There she wasn't! Gone! Shot in the head by some brutes on a motorcycle! And for what? Power? She was 88 years old! What physical pain she must have felt when the bullet plunged into her. She could be your mother, your grandmother. Such atrocities! BENIGN! The very word is loathsome! After all, it is just a tiny bullet. Powerful and deadly to the core.
It's been going on for a while, the threats. But she would not have with the bodyguards. All because she appointed her son as the successor?
Now she lies, clothed in white.
Now she lies, devoid of light.
Soon she will be dust,
Soon she will so rust.
A better mother has no one seen.
Some worse brutes there have been.
Man's quest for power,
Man's road to doom.
(Can one man's quest for power actually be the doom to another's?)
Skin color is of no relevance. Yet, skin color is the cause of too many deaths. This dark theme is hovering in my mind. How can something so small give rise to something so tragic? How can something that should not be an issue, be an issue?
Politics and leniencies... they don't mingle.
Discriminations and incites... deadly heights.
She was Sacrifice. She was Humility. She was Love. She was everything.
There she was. BOOM! There she wasn't! Gone! Shot in the head by some brutes on a motorcycle! And for what? Power? She was 88 years old! What physical pain she must have felt when the bullet plunged into her. She could be your mother, your grandmother. Such atrocities! BENIGN! The very word is loathsome! After all, it is just a tiny bullet. Powerful and deadly to the core.
It's been going on for a while, the threats. But she would not have with the bodyguards. All because she appointed her son as the successor?
Now she lies, clothed in white.
Now she lies, devoid of light.
Soon she will be dust,
Soon she will so rust.
A better mother has no one seen.
Some worse brutes there have been.
Man's quest for power,
Man's road to doom.
(Can one man's quest for power actually be the doom to another's?)
Lost And Found
Once again,
Sky is clear..
Clouds are dispersed.
Once again,
All is bright.
Life is right.
Once again,
I see hopes
On the "lost" horizon..
Once again
Absence of rain,
Devoid of pain.
I see clear blue skies,
I see my life on highs.
The waves draw back and recede,
The ships sail away and retrieve.
Once again
Life's no vain.
New hopes flash,
New dreams dash.
Once again.
Hope brings "Hope"
Once again.
And...
At last again..
Hope..
Did not lie!!
Nope
Sky is clear..
Clouds are dispersed.
Once again,
All is bright.
Life is right.
Once again,
I see hopes
On the "lost" horizon..
Once again
Absence of rain,
Devoid of pain.
I see clear blue skies,
I see my life on highs.
The waves draw back and recede,
The ships sail away and retrieve.
Once again
Life's no vain.
New hopes flash,
New dreams dash.
Once again.
Hope brings "Hope"
Once again.
And...
At last again..
Hope..
Did not lie!!
Nope
A New Chapter
As I walk the empty street, I ruminate on the vast emptiness corresponding to the blankness in my heart. Which in a way, is a good thing. It is my new beginning. Emptiness signifies starting
anew. Shutting the door on those past miseries will actually open new doors for me. Sometimes new beginnings need not be a change of scene. New beginnings could just be new hopes emerging from the same milieu.
While walking away from some situations that don't serve you may be an ideal thing to do, the case is not always possible. Sometimes a change of heart, a new sense of acceptance and some newfound enlightenment will grant you with a brighter horizon. Just a slight change of perspective--a totally novel way of looking at things, can do wonders to the weary heart… and soul. As Dr Wayne Dyer said, “If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
I used to distrust Hope, completely. I found Hope deceitful, conniving. Hope never delivered, failing me over and over again. Hope was (like) my ex. Making promises. Never keeping them. Showing new dreams. Retracting them.
We usually hold on to Hope for a while. We experience bouts of pleasures from our castles in the air. Time passes. Nothing happens. Our lives remain stagnant. We get discouraged and are inclined to quit. This actually is where the turning point happens. This is where the stubborn corkscrew suddenly comes loose. One fine day, when our back is turned, Hope suddenly resurfaces, bringing with it glimpses of sunny skies. Alas… you know that all is not lost. You know that Hope is real. You emerge strong as new.
As I clear out all the big blocks in my mind, the pathway becomes clearer and clearer. I begin to see that the past can no longer shape my present. Anything is possible under the warm Bangkok sun, if we give it enough time… and enough Hope.
anew. Shutting the door on those past miseries will actually open new doors for me. Sometimes new beginnings need not be a change of scene. New beginnings could just be new hopes emerging from the same milieu.
While walking away from some situations that don't serve you may be an ideal thing to do, the case is not always possible. Sometimes a change of heart, a new sense of acceptance and some newfound enlightenment will grant you with a brighter horizon. Just a slight change of perspective--a totally novel way of looking at things, can do wonders to the weary heart… and soul. As Dr Wayne Dyer said, “If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
I used to distrust Hope, completely. I found Hope deceitful, conniving. Hope never delivered, failing me over and over again. Hope was (like) my ex. Making promises. Never keeping them. Showing new dreams. Retracting them.
We usually hold on to Hope for a while. We experience bouts of pleasures from our castles in the air. Time passes. Nothing happens. Our lives remain stagnant. We get discouraged and are inclined to quit. This actually is where the turning point happens. This is where the stubborn corkscrew suddenly comes loose. One fine day, when our back is turned, Hope suddenly resurfaces, bringing with it glimpses of sunny skies. Alas… you know that all is not lost. You know that Hope is real. You emerge strong as new.
As I clear out all the big blocks in my mind, the pathway becomes clearer and clearer. I begin to see that the past can no longer shape my present. Anything is possible under the warm Bangkok sun, if we give it enough time… and enough Hope.
Go, Inky, Go!
It's hard to walk away from situations that no longer serve you. It's tough precisely because you will be walking into the abyss. The unknown is scary. It's intimidating. It's leaving behind all your comfort zones. It's throwing away what you know and have, for the unfathomable, the unknown. It's sheer madness! But it is the only way.
Life is full of hard choices. You either go one way or another. Consequences follow... be it good or bad. Many of us, however, go about life...stuck in an impasse, never really putting our feet down. Fear immobilizes us, and we're left at the exact same place where we first started.
Freedom or our security blanket. Which will it be?
Walking away means struggling and making ends meet. Staying in the safe zone signifies no personal growth, no "you". Are you willing to sacrifice your self worth for some soulless living? A life of physical comfort, yet meager in its existence. Is this what you're willing to settle for?
Life is full of hard choices. You either go one way or another. Consequences follow... be it good or bad. Many of us, however, go about life...stuck in an impasse, never really putting our feet down. Fear immobilizes us, and we're left at the exact same place where we first started.
Freedom or our security blanket. Which will it be?
Walking away means struggling and making ends meet. Staying in the safe zone signifies no personal growth, no "you". Are you willing to sacrifice your self worth for some soulless living? A life of physical comfort, yet meager in its existence. Is this what you're willing to settle for?
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