Once again i wish to write about happiness
I wish to write about that eternal bliss
About me walking down that straight road
With no bumps and crazy turns
But like I said
I wanted to write about happiness
But sadly this is not the case
I am on a road with so much of sudden curves
That could break the most strongest of nerves
Leading into what I believe has nothing good for me
Alone and cold
Detached from the rest of the world
So the only thing that makes me know I'm real
Is the pain I get once my arm bleeds...
Picture from my mind
Stayed at home today
The silence prevails in the room
Just the sound of the stove and the falling rains drops
Outside and through my window
The rain falls on the grass and the road
I stand watching the green fields and the sky
Which had covered by a gray clouds
Amazing picture has drown by the god
To be contained…
Yellow Colour
I am a yellow crayon inside a crayon box
I have no hands and no feet
But if you like to color
I know you and I will soon meet
I’m not used as much as red
Or maybe even green
But I’m always lurking somewhere
In every picture you’ve seen
I am the color of the sun
On a bright summer day
I bring light to the world
And make the darkness go away
I am the color of a canary bird
Flying through the air
With its wings spread wide
It can go anywhere
I am the color of daisies
That you pass by on the street
Children pick them for their mom’s
They make a lovely treat
And I am the color of hope
I’m there when people get down
Just one look at me
And I’ll get rid of your frown
So you see
I’m everywhere you look
I’m in the picture on your wall
I’m in a child`s coloring book
So if you would like to meet me
And have a little chat
Just open up the box
I`m the yellow crayon in the back
The Mask!
In the world of lies. so many masks are supposed to be used, some are used by only one owner and some by many.
The mask can be classified into vary categories depending on one who classified. The mask having the highest frequency of being used is generally known as the mask of virtue.
'Nobody wants to be a bad guy' is the reason why so many men mask themselves from the fault they did. They left their sin behind and play the role of virtue outside.
However, we all know the truth that every human in this world has both good and bad side. But human try to disguise themselves from the bad side by showing out the good side of them. Human is shy to confess their fault so they have to 'lie'.
Have you ever faced with someone behind the mask? The answer is surely supposed to be 'Yes'. Every ordinary people in the living world, especially living city, has worn the mask intentionally or unconsciously.
The only one thing the world could hope is there's still someone .. just someone .. who still believes in his real virtue, who braves to face with the sin he built and could find the way to continue his life without 'Lie'.
The mask can be classified into vary categories depending on one who classified. The mask having the highest frequency of being used is generally known as the mask of virtue.
'Nobody wants to be a bad guy' is the reason why so many men mask themselves from the fault they did. They left their sin behind and play the role of virtue outside.
However, we all know the truth that every human in this world has both good and bad side. But human try to disguise themselves from the bad side by showing out the good side of them. Human is shy to confess their fault so they have to 'lie'.
Have you ever faced with someone behind the mask? The answer is surely supposed to be 'Yes'. Every ordinary people in the living world, especially living city, has worn the mask intentionally or unconsciously.
The only one thing the world could hope is there's still someone .. just someone .. who still believes in his real virtue, who braves to face with the sin he built and could find the way to continue his life without 'Lie'.
The Best of Portraits
As I stare closely at my wall clock, I noticed this lizard who patiently waits for this butterfly that was trapped inside my room…Considering the butterfly’s beauty, the patience being shown by the lizard and the 3 hands of the clock, something profound has been portended in my thoughts..
Time.. I’m kind of confused to say that it is gold, because if it is, I’m going to steal millions of clocks in exchange for gold bars. Got it?It is something that those three fumy musketeers inside a clock tried to kill since their invention yet until now they hinge on Eveready batteries just to keep on trying , But I think, somehow, they wont chase time forever in the name of justice...It's a revelation that in time, time must worth nothing as forever will begin in a place of bliss and for some, the place of perdition.
Well for all I know , “Under time’s supremacy, life-satisfaction and a life-loss cling.”
For time is living a life.As for life is death ; as death is for life. Yet time is after God...
Patience… the one that abided on that lizard. (and I felt too eager for him to catch that butterfly.) It is something that chases us often. It is learned after repentance. A thing we spend for shallowness and runs out like an oxygen whenwe’re 6000ft deep into the blue facing a shark of our own image.
Beauty; Shown by the butterfly We all know what beauty is.. Well anyway, I wonder how beauty was sculpted within our perceptions and thoughs. What our conception about beauty was amalgamated with worldly views and tangibility prejudiced over the unseen and meanings.Wherein, that conception created an isolation and worse it ignited discrimination..For beauty is something never been set. It is something being discovered. It is serendipity… It is serenity… It is the wind that lifts our spirit. It is something incorruptible, or, when it does, it never causes depression; for beauty always lies positively. I think thru all of that , only a word meets an exemption: “nature“. It is the nature of an entity...For one's nature must be naturally felt..
Time never owned patience, but, it’s patience who seems to engulf time seeking for beauty..
I say, “There’s nothing so powerful as an idea whose time has come.”
So I let the butterfly flew as I open an east-placed window and embrace the morning's sweet breeze.
Time.. I’m kind of confused to say that it is gold, because if it is, I’m going to steal millions of clocks in exchange for gold bars. Got it?It is something that those three fumy musketeers inside a clock tried to kill since their invention yet until now they hinge on Eveready batteries just to keep on trying , But I think, somehow, they wont chase time forever in the name of justice...It's a revelation that in time, time must worth nothing as forever will begin in a place of bliss and for some, the place of perdition.
Well for all I know , “Under time’s supremacy, life-satisfaction and a life-loss cling.”
For time is living a life.As for life is death ; as death is for life. Yet time is after God...
Patience… the one that abided on that lizard. (and I felt too eager for him to catch that butterfly.) It is something that chases us often. It is learned after repentance. A thing we spend for shallowness and runs out like an oxygen whenwe’re 6000ft deep into the blue facing a shark of our own image.
Beauty; Shown by the butterfly We all know what beauty is.. Well anyway, I wonder how beauty was sculpted within our perceptions and thoughs. What our conception about beauty was amalgamated with worldly views and tangibility prejudiced over the unseen and meanings.Wherein, that conception created an isolation and worse it ignited discrimination..For beauty is something never been set. It is something being discovered. It is serendipity… It is serenity… It is the wind that lifts our spirit. It is something incorruptible, or, when it does, it never causes depression; for beauty always lies positively. I think thru all of that , only a word meets an exemption: “nature“. It is the nature of an entity...For one's nature must be naturally felt..
Time never owned patience, but, it’s patience who seems to engulf time seeking for beauty..
I say, “There’s nothing so powerful as an idea whose time has come.”
So I let the butterfly flew as I open an east-placed window and embrace the morning's sweet breeze.
a carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean.
Think of this: Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean.
Think of this: Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
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