Crystal ball crystal ball... Save us all, tell me life is beautiful...
Sometimes I wonder, if there were a crystal ball that we can look into to see the future, see the past, see the present. We are always looking for answers, trying to solve equasions, wondering what if and what not. If we did in some magical ways using a crystal ball, or even a magic 8-ball, knew the answers to everything, will it be the answer that made it happen or what happened that made the answer.
I'd like to believe in believing, in the unanswered. I'd also like to believe that everyone has a crystal ball that reveals the insides of their souls. Whether that crystal is "crystal clear" or not is totally up to the person carying it.
"He who lives by the crystal ball soon learns to eat ground glass."
Edgar R. Fiedler
10.25.2011
10.16.2011
9.12.2011
Insignificant Bastards
It’s always in every human’s nature to see himself / herself as the most important being on the planet. We all do it, no matter how old or mature we get, the “I” is “number I”.
I seem to think highly of myself but there are those days, where I decide that the i isn’t capitalized and it is insignificant. Don’t get me wrong it is not a self-esteem issue; it’s more of a “look at the greater picture” or “could’ve been worse” kind of thing. Come to think about it, it could have been worse!
According to the World Wide Web, there are 6,989,804,337 people populating this earth up to second. If each one has a billion problems can we do the math? Some people are worse off of course. There are starving children, abused mothers, raped girls, drug addicts, wrongfully accused and heartbroken people all over the world. But who gets to decide who’s got it bad?
Today I am letting the I step aside for an i and think about the bigger picture. Its also the day I decide not to complain about it to people with bigger problems cause that’s just insensitive. So I’ll just write about it.
I seem to think highly of myself but there are those days, where I decide that the i isn’t capitalized and it is insignificant. Don’t get me wrong it is not a self-esteem issue; it’s more of a “look at the greater picture” or “could’ve been worse” kind of thing. Come to think about it, it could have been worse!
According to the World Wide Web, there are 6,989,804,337 people populating this earth up to second. If each one has a billion problems can we do the math? Some people are worse off of course. There are starving children, abused mothers, raped girls, drug addicts, wrongfully accused and heartbroken people all over the world. But who gets to decide who’s got it bad?
Today I am letting the I step aside for an i and think about the bigger picture. Its also the day I decide not to complain about it to people with bigger problems cause that’s just insensitive. So I’ll just write about it.
Heart Break
Many unforeseen events can cause a heart to break or explode. Not a bullet through the heart but other "non-tangible" knives to the heart. Unfortunately it is commonly known that heartbreak comes from HIM or HER.
Today, I suffer from a broken heart but HE did not break it nor did she. Today it just broke itself. Maybe i just fail to distingish the difference between heartache and heart break but it is all just pain.
Apart from the sudden "bullet to the heart" that tears the heart apart, I came up with a new theory: the heart it’s frozen, making it more fragile to break to the touch. It may be the cleanest way of a heart break, or cutting through a piece of muscle that strong, or the least painful and mostly numb, but it still breaks the heart.
If you can still feel your heart, go ahead and duck tape it back together.
Today, I suffer from a broken heart but HE did not break it nor did she. Today it just broke itself. Maybe i just fail to distingish the difference between heartache and heart break but it is all just pain.
Apart from the sudden "bullet to the heart" that tears the heart apart, I came up with a new theory: the heart it’s frozen, making it more fragile to break to the touch. It may be the cleanest way of a heart break, or cutting through a piece of muscle that strong, or the least painful and mostly numb, but it still breaks the heart.
If you can still feel your heart, go ahead and duck tape it back together.
5.23.2011
Better To Have Loved and Lost...
Than to have never loved at all...
OR
Better not to have loved at all... than to have loved and lost?!!
It is human nature to protect one's heart. The heart is what keeps us alive, physically and emotionally. Set aside the physical dangers that may keep you from living, what about the emotional dangers.
We build walls and building blocks around our heart so that we'd never feel the agony of loss! we might even go as far as making minefields and war-zones so far around it. But for what?!
Think of it this way, your heart is a coffee machine: got to push that button to get it started. You do of course need good coffee, water, etc. sometimes get a bad grind, but hey, at the end of the day, if you like coffee, you got to do it.
Never mind the ongoing never-ending argument, it is my personal belief that you live only once, and feel only so much. It is my own quest to live and feel every feeling I am capable of feeling, because I CAN and I WANT to.
OR
Better not to have loved at all... than to have loved and lost?!!
It is human nature to protect one's heart. The heart is what keeps us alive, physically and emotionally. Set aside the physical dangers that may keep you from living, what about the emotional dangers.
We build walls and building blocks around our heart so that we'd never feel the agony of loss! we might even go as far as making minefields and war-zones so far around it. But for what?!
Think of it this way, your heart is a coffee machine: got to push that button to get it started. You do of course need good coffee, water, etc. sometimes get a bad grind, but hey, at the end of the day, if you like coffee, you got to do it.
Never mind the ongoing never-ending argument, it is my personal belief that you live only once, and feel only so much. It is my own quest to live and feel every feeling I am capable of feeling, because I CAN and I WANT to.
4.11.2011
Cause your friends are my friends
I’m writing this with a smile on my face. I’m writing this with love and happiness. I LOVE friends! And no I am not talking about F.R.I.E.N.D.S, which I do love, but I’m talking about all the people that have touched my life in ways that I could not imagine.
Friends are the cushion that we rest our heads on. No matter how long and tiring, how stressful, how hectic, how crazy, how miserable your day was, you always go back to the place you started your day; YOUR BED! And what use is your bed without that fluffy feeling of ecstasy that you rest your head on?!
I LOVE YOU ALL!
2.12.2011
Fairytale Gone Bad
Did you grow up watching Cinderella, the Little Mermaid, Pocahontas, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and all the disney fairytales stories? If you answered YES then, may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Sure, its nice to "sugercoat" things sometimes, but you can't really sugarcoat life now can you.
Our generation, unlike other generations, unfortunately has been mislead to believe the world is like a fairytale where you will always get your happy ending. These misconceptions were made by watching movies that not only disoriented the truth, but gave us hope to do the impossible.
Have you ever noticed how it is always black or white?! Not to the literal meaning of black or white, but that in all those movies, things are either good or evil. And there's always ONE evil person that trying to make the world a bad place using magical powers and being worshiped by deformed monster-like creatures.
In what twisted world does a witchy stepmother talk to a mirror and give us poison apples or try to kill us? Did this not make a bad stereotype about stepmothers?
What about Prince Charming? Was he not the man of our dreams? Is he still not?
These stories have managed to make the prince who's got it all, and if I may add is either a player or a commitment phobic, a man who falls in love and fights fire-breathing dragons and give us the kiss of life. This is why our perception of the truth is deformed. This is why when we get burned, we turn into ash instead of having a burn-mark. This is why we hope and hope until we've run out of hope because these movies have told us that he WILL fall in LOVE and marry you.
How many frogs are we expected to kiss till we've turned one into a prince? How many endless hours of nights must we wait locked up in some tower? Or when are we going to start speaking a language we never heard just by "listening to our heart"?
We all need to wake up and smell the lies.
YOU ARE NOT A PRINCESS
THIS ISN'T A FAIRYTALE
YOU'RE NOT THE ONE HE SWEAPS OFF YOUR FEET AND LEAD HER UP THE STAIRWELL
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