The Journey 596

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  • The Choice is Yours !

    My weary body cannot take any more damage. I am a wreck. My soul is beginning to fade with every cruelty that it experiences, thought that if I endured the pain I would become powerful, but it was too much for my vessel and its inhabitant.

    Every step I walk I could feel my body tearing apart, with every breath I take, I could taste the blood in my throat; of all the things that I have decided to suppress and never express; for it will do no good to anyone. The feelings are eating me alive. Feeding upon the goodness of my heart, for I have never hated nor been cruel to anyone. For the path that I have chosen forbids such evil sins to be committed. Broken like a shattered glass, to thousands of pieces, pieces of my life gone to waste, although it is not impossible to fix, I have decided to give up, for life has given up on me a long time ago.

    In the chronicles of misery, the boy wrote, about those who deserved better than this earth, that is filled with cruelty and hatred. To all those who suffered, there will be a time when you will come to realize that everything you went through was just an unpaved path towards your dream.

  • The Curse Of The Righteous

    I’m leaving you all behind, the righteous man screamed with despair. Where are you headed, the creatures spoke, with a tone of compassion, that was recognized by the righteous man as a joke, for they are devious and can be deceivable.

    Packing all his belongings into a bag and dashed towards the horizon, without any destination in mind, he thought that his righteousness would take him somewhere better, somewhere peaceful. Although, he never knew that he would end up imprisoned for helping someone out, helping someone who seemed to be in a difficult position, bleeding. Unfortunately it was a trap done by the creatures to gain money from whoever tries to patch up the bleeding guy. Later at night he was bailed out by an old lady, whom seemed to be knowledgeable of the curse that follows the righteous.

    The righteous and pure hearted, seem to fall into a chain of difficult situations because of them thinking that everyone around them to be pure hearted and righteous and that they cannot be deceivable nor devious; for they think good about all creatures. As soon as the righteous man realized that no one can be trusted, and that in order to survive he has himself, the book, and the long journey ahead.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • A Writer Of Dreams

    A lot of you may wonder how stories are written, and how the writer was able to think or rather create a world of his own with characters, time zone, and a protagonist for that reality with connections between all the characters, we must not forget the epiphany, too. All have their own way of writing stories, or books; for some, the ideas just run through their heads and they write it down in notebooks, and some write based on their real-life experience. I personally prefer writers who write based upon their experience, for it touches the heart right away, and it makes you impatient about what will happen in the next chapter as soon as you close the book.

    A writer of dreams is someone who could come up with all five elements of a story (characters, setting, plot, conflict, and resolution) while daydreaming, or when bored. As remarkable as this, sometimes the writer experiences difficulties in writing all the details of a story all at once, so to make it count, summarizing it into a short essay saves the writer from forgetting the meaning of the story. In books, there are many genres from journals, diaries, drama, horror, mystery, science fiction, etc. For writers of dreams, their books/stories often have signs of sadness which usually fade along the story with hope and faith.

    A single thought complemented with the right imagination, you could create a whole new reality, you just have to let your mind go wild on its own. No harm is done, diving into different realities of your own creation, it is fun….

  • Are You Aware ?

    Are you lost? Not knowing where you are heading, without a plan trying to satisfy your soul, trying your best to forget about everything that is disturbing your peace of mind along with shifting your focus from what you really want to achieve. If you have not got a plan in your head in your head or written somewhere in the future that you are heading towards to, then my friend your absolutely lost. Here are some tips to get you back on track, towards your goal.

    First of all, knowing the state you are in, is crucial to determine whether you are lost or whether you are lacking the motivation to proceed through with your plan. If you do not like the state that you are in, then you will need to think hard about the things that you would like to change in your life and the things that you would like to achieve and see how far you are from achieving it. If you find yourself far away from what you really should be doing then, you will need something to write all of your goals and the things that you would like to change your life. In addition, make your goals as clear and as detailed as possible to help you divide it into tasks that will make it easier for you to track. Furthermore, set priorities and rules to follow so that you will be capable of being more productive. Time management is the key to success, in my opinion, organize your time accordingly, so that it corresponds with your goals, and then implement it into your day to day life. Make yourself a routine and stick with it, it lowers your stress levels and helps you be on the right path, that is your success. Having a routine makes it less of hassle when you try to be productive, for you already have an idea of what you shall be doing. The last tip I have is to stick with your plan and never give up. Do your best and as always work hard and stay motivated.

  • It’s All About Perspective

    A perspective of life that not all are aware of, preoccupied with the stress in their lives, trying to prove to their peers, family, or competition that they are capable. While some are lost in life, in sins and misdeeds they have fallen; thinking that they will feel happy, denying that they need guidance in order to rise again. Ignorant and depressed, the deadly combination that shall not only destroy their lives but the lives around them too.

    Vulgar creatures, blinded from the truth, not that it is hard to comprehend or hard to search for, but to avoid the situation where they face the truth. Getting back to the perspective that was mentioned earlier, it is what I like to call it the perfect dream, for it only consists of happiness and hope. In order to have such a life, first of all, you have to know who you are, then accept it, and from their, you could shape out your life however you like. Acceptance is always the first step, by this I mean you must accept yourself. One more thing to keep in mind is that do not wait for others to accept because not only it will make you confused and empty, you will be a stranger t your own self; doubting every minute that passes by. Once you involve others in order to find acceptance, you live an unpleasant life, to the point where you are clueless and will be hard to find yourself between all that mess that you have created. Think of it as there will be a lot of you who are accepted by different people.

    Therefore, you must come in peace with yourself, only from there, you will be able to see life differently; full of happiness and joy. Continue your journey on this earth, knowing who you are, and above all doing what you love. Acceptance has to come from you, and I am sure that the other creatures will adjust.

  • Stupidity !

    TWOTE

    Chapter 40 


    Who am I, to judge. I am no longer in the position to ask why, and based on what assumptions are they targeting there cruelty upon me for. In silence I walk away, no matter what the situation is I remain silent; no words can possibly portray the contents of my heart.



    Distancing myself from them, decreasing my social circle, not sure if I even had one. Clashing through the tides of life like there is no tomorrow. Trying to survive and searching for a way to live peacefully for the rest of my life. Frustrated, as to what they all think about me, but who to blame for such stupidity other than myself. In ruins I have been left with little pieces left of what is called the future.



    A plot twist soon shall be revealed, and in shock it shall be to those whom were taking my soul for granted.

  • One’s Soul

    Life is an adventure, so do not sign yourself up for a planned life, where everyone copies the past generation’s life; therefore, traveling in a paved path. If you put it simply they are basically copycats.

    Experience life for who you are not for who they think you are. Wander, with your mind and body until you reach your soul. The soul that you have ignored, to please the others, the soul that you have forced to run away. Instead of trying to understand it and work with it, to witness the great aspects of life that you have never dreamed of, you simply pushed it away. A great vision of life shall prosper once you have found your soul and worked with it; therefore, your purpose will be visible and clear before your eyes. How many are there, living without their souls? Given roles, which does not fit who they are, forced and molded by the cruel environment that they lived in. Life to those who lost their souls by the cruelty of others is a boring routine of events repeating daily, until they have fallen deep into loath and misery, which will result in suicide, or in some rare cases they will tend to fix their mistakes by searching for their souls.

    The soul is a mystery; some have claimed that it is who we are, while others said that it is another being inside of us, which makes us whole. The journey starts when you feel lost and confused, and with thoughts rising simultaneously, wearing your head and making you feel empty from the inside.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • A HITCH

    Held captive, knows nothing about the real world other than from what he reads from the newspapers that are provided to him daily, and the only people that he ever interacted with were the two wardens that were in charge of keeping him from experiencing life for his own. Decisions were made for him; they have slipped him from everything even his soul.

     

    In a room feeling so dead whilst still breathing, fed newspapers daily with articles about war, deaths, and cruelty; An image of the entire human race resonated in his head, creating some sort of anger and loath. Confused whether it is a bliss for him to be held away from such cruel creatures by wardens who slipped him from his soul. Looking at the sunrays retreating from the holes that filled one side of the room, which he believed to be a window in the past.

     

    The night has come, where for most people it is the time to rest and relax; however, for him it meant a stream of thoughts and visions running through his mind all at once, like a seizure leaving him weary for the rest of the night. At dawn he has been awakened from his slumber by the cruel prison guards whom were throwing cold water at him to make him feel refreshed they remarked. Feeling different, yet the anger and loath for his race grew even more, but he managed to lock it away. In a corner, he sat with his untamed mind battling one another for authority. An ongoing battle, he wondered how it shall end; nevertheless he is determined to never give up until he can control his mind.

     

    Crumbling from the endless battles with his mind, feeling empty, unable to function anymore with this emptiness in him, he decided for himself for the first time, which broke the door and tore the walls apart; he smiled with determination to find his soul and purpose. The wardens in shock stood still, not expecting to be disobeyed by him, whom they were nurturing to fit into this cruel reality, sadly they never realized that what they have done, have made him realize that it is up to him to choose the path that he wants to follow or create.

  • Who Are They ? Monsters

    Once upon a time, in a land far away from where beasts lived among the humans, and where the witches and demons are being burnt, a kid lost his soul. Trenched by the poisonous thoughts of his clan “humans”.

    The kid grew up not knowing what is there for him on this earth, been manipulated by the society trying to mold his soul as what they thought best fitting for the child, not giving him a choice to be who he really is. After years of trying to mold his soul into something that he is not, he rebelled and decided to figure things out for himself.

    On journey to cure his soul and find his purpose, the boy wandered the earth witnessing the actions of his clan upon the beasts and witches, which revealed before his eyes that the humans are the real monsters, burning witches without any sensible reason, burning them for something that they have no control over; born witch. Thinking that they are superior on this earth, they continue their misdeeds by invoking the beasts who are trying to hide and live peacefully among the humans and becoming furious when they fight back. A string of evil created by none other than us “humans”.

    The kid struggled on his journey that is still ongoing, trying to find his lost soul that ran away the moment they tried to engrave their teaching upon him, the moment they tried to poison the child.

  • Weary !

    I don’t know what has happened; it happened so fast. I have changed a lot; I’m no longer the guy you used to know me. Everything seems different, scared of them all, for now, I can see through their souls. The chains that restrained the darkness in me has torn apart unleashing every bit of pain, every bit of sadness that has troubled my soul.

    Enduring such pain and misery can mess one’s soul big time; it can kill all the emotions in you. The smile I faked in the past has changed from hiding the pain to unleashing pain. Once I have started to notice what has happened to my poor soul I pulled myself away from the people I care about scared that I will cause them trouble, even if they were the ones who turned me into a cold, emotionless soul. Surrounded myself by the evil creatures, urging to unleash upon them the wrath of the pain and sadness that they have caused me, but in time they shall all witness before their eyes what pain is. The monstrous creatures cannot endure pain, for only those with a pure heart can withstand such thing.

    Retracing my steps back to where it all began and all I could see is how humans are monsters. Not only they’ve caused pain to my soul, but they’re also trying to pull me into becoming a member of their cult of cruelty. I fled away, can’t trust anyone for they will only threaten my peace of mind. I shall be gone forever, and never come back to those who have tortured my soul with their ongoing misdeeds. Fading away into the void, for I must restrain the darkness with the chains of hope and faith, and lock it away in a place where it shall not find the light.

    “Rest my weary soul, for the time shall come.”