The Journey 596

Category: hurt

  • Islands and Huts

    Fear is nothing but a feeling of not knowing the outcome of a an event that is yet to occur, however it consumes us. Stranded on an island with no one but yourself, you’ll start calling for help, hoping that you are not alone, yet when you discover that your not alone but there are other people around you whom were stuck too, they just died, their death seemed peaceful at least their bones were not disturbed which suggests a normal death.

    But of WHAT ! Dammit.

    How Would I possibly know, young apprentice. Don’t fret, there is always hope.

    Rescued from the island, the place you dread to leave, however, now you are saved yet filled with emptiness, and hardship as you are now going to back to the mundane routine of your pathetic life.

    What is it you really want, child?

    I want to be free!

    Foolish dreams, child. How could you possibly be free when you lack the slightest spark of light. You are, what one calls the “True Darkness”, you don’t seek freedom, you command it and destroy anything on your way.

    You see once man was rescued from the island and brought back to the society of lies and hypocrisy, and after experiencing life without people in it on a secluded island, you would want to go back to that peace. After experiencing life alone, without the dread of smiling, masking your true feeling and comforting the insects, who instead must be smashed by the foot, however, we couldn’t just go around and start smashing insects, it will harm the environment, the whole cycle of earth shall be distrurbed.

    That is what is holding me back, their doom shall be of their own making, and I shall be there to witness their downfall….

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • We Are Our Own Enemies

    A person may find life unbearable, always accompanied by life-shortening feelings; sadness and depression. This unfortunate state that they have reached is caused by either disappointment or making a big deal out of what happened.

    Disappointment not only in oneself but also in relationships. The pain that is emitted from disappointment is so harmful that it eats you from the inside out, asking yourself questions that you have no answer for. The ones who hold the answer are those who have disappointed you and those who have already moved on, for they are wicked and treacherous. Your kind soul will suffer a lot if you do not learn how to control your emotions. Disappointment is a great lesson that lets you understand people more, do not make it a lifestyle. Learning from it shall expand your insight into human behavior. It makes you aware of the traps that they lay before you, the lies that slither out of their mouths and the poisonous promises that they spray on your heart. Making a big deal out of something that has passed, and is already in the past, you are just going to hurt yourself and waste your time on something that you cannot change. Pouring pain into your heart, hurting it for something you had no control over; simply put, you are just hurting yourself for nothing.

    Life is filled with lessons that make us grow, become stronger, and that will make us unlock our full potential. As a wise man once said, do not imprison yourself in a cage that you have built, and do not create obstacles for yourself. Our thoughts can become our great enemy, if we are yet to control our emotions.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • “And So It Begins”

    Pacing, I can no longer feel my feet, I am hovering. The thoughts are rising about everything that has or could have happened in the past if only certain events have gone differently; regret, I guess I am still stuck in the past. Drowning, in a series of fictional yet real events, with the imaginative power of a writer, an eyesight of a dreamer, and pain, I have been sucked away from reality. Stranded, in the darkness of my mind, a place where visions have been accumulated.

    Watching the visions, continuously one after the other took a toll on my weakened soul, for most events were of great sadness and misery. The curse has returned, I can’t lose now, at least not yet, I have the strength. One more chance, to get myself together, to seek the truth, to do whatever I can to finish my journey, to finally make it, to the end of the tunnel.

    I’ve finally made up my mind, I shall no longer hide nor run away from the truth no matter how much I want it to be false, I shall face it, for I can’t tolerate such actions upon my soul. Standing in the abyss of my mind taking in all the pain, feeling it as it tortures my body and wrecks my soul. I will survive, I am not going to back down now, I must rupture the dome of the past and get out of it, for I haven’t reached the final goal yet.

  • Without A Mask

    A man so different than the rest, unique in everything that he does. He is different that everything he does gets criticized and sometimes judged as to why he is like this. However, the man could not care less, for his actions could never have hurt anyone. Nevertheless, the town continued their role as a coach for the man must conform into becoming one of them, but the man believed in his soul, and so their efforts has gone to waste. Unfortunately, the society took it upon themselves to make the life of this man who was true to himself a living hell.

    The man was labeled with words none of which were true, and started making rumors about his personal life. They have entered his personal space, sabotaged his inner peace, and stabbed him with words so painful that he was about to unleash something evil, something that he was afraid of losing himself in it, and that was rage. The man ran away, as fast as he could, as if getting away from a killer, the man was trying to calm himself from all the anger, so that he could return back home.

    The man has finally calmed down after hitting the trunk of tree until his hands became numb, and his knuckles were covered in blood. On the way home the man started to think as to why they were treating him badly when he never have offended anyone. Entering his apartment the man saw an old lady standing in front of his door, when he came up to her she said do not worry my child everything will be fine just do not lie to yourself, do not wear mask, do not hide who you are, be true, for only then will you be able to achieve and fulfill your purpose in life.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Abandoned Soul

    In a town filled with fakes, wearing masks, hiding their true soul behind the image that the society has created for them. Conforming became the new happiness or otherwise, you shall be shunned. Given choices, none of which the soul truly likes. The soul has been ignored, trying to please others selfish needs, and so the pain became harder to endure, and soon the soul started to give in to hatred.

    Everything feels familiar, the air, the people, and even their actions became so predictable as if you are stuck in a story that repeats itself and never progressing. Fear ended when the soul gave in to hatred. Now that the soul has turned dark, the only way to feel nothing at all, shut down all emotions, and never have the anxiety of what others think about you; is to be true to yourself, find peace with who you really are, and believe in yourself, and as always work hard and do whatever it takes to achieve all your goals.

    Rewriting the story, resetting everything, avoiding the mistakes, and most importantly do not ignore your soul, believe in what you would like to be and do if anything should be ignored is the opinion of the people who never understand and would like everything to go by their rules.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Eternal Herd

    Ignorance is still among those who try to conform, portraying the perfect herd of sheep. Even though each of them was gifted unique characteristics they tend to compare themselves to their peers, forgetting their own uniqueness; and so they try harder and harder to change themselves into something that they are not meant to be, thereby losing their soul in the process.

    Learn about your soul, get to know yourself, find your passion, write down your goals, only then will you be able to unlock all your potential. Forget about the others, do not compare yourself, focus on yourself and your life ahead so that you do not miss out on the things that you could achieve and that will fulfill your soul and satisfy your destiny.

    Mindset is crucial, for it decides whether you will be able to achieve your goals or not. Be positive and above all do not lose hope.

    “There is still Hope”

  • Asylum

    It seems that I am still in the same loop, time is repeating itself, the situation has not changed. Returning back to the asylum, I was given a different cell but the sentence has not changed, I was an accessory in this dilemma where I had to choose between being selfish and selfless, and apparently, I had chosen wrongly, therefore I had been turned into a puppet.

    In quarantine our meals consist of rules, that must be forced into your life, and if you try to violate their rules, you will be embedded with a chip of the rules that you have defied. In here, your soul does not belong to yourself, it belongs to the warden. Everything is slipped away from you, your life, your dreams, and your passion. They are manipulating us, trying to convince us of the privilege that they are offering, making us forget the sacrifices that we made in order for them to gain strength; our souls have been taken.

    Happiness does not ring a bell, is it a myth, or is it a once in a lifetime experience that has not reached me it, and is not sure if it ever will.

  • Entities Of A Vessel

    Imagine the loss of something or someone that you really love and care about; it can be really hard to cope and move on. Trying to resolve, but finding the solution can be really difficult, for it requires great sacrifice. Moving on is not as easy as everyone thinks; it is the exact opposite. Meaning that you have to find peace with the loss and never look back unless to the happy memories to whom you have shared with. The pain here seems bearable, how about the one that you have lost is yourself?

    Two beings shared one vessel; the soul and man. The essence upon which one can feel and determine right from wrong, have fled, it is not the first actually, it happened in the past, but with the correct amendment, the man managed to convince the soul to return back. The first incident which led the soul to flee its vessel was because of the demonic path that he was on, and also because it contradicted with the man’s own principles; it seems as though he was tricked or simply under a spell. The soulless man, along with the darkness in him, in isolation, in a cell, away from all the creatures; trying to figure out the mistake that he has made.

    The oath has been broken, now that the man is on the same path but with the reincarnation of the demon that he was with. Change must occur if what the man is seeking is his soul. One cannot survive in a cell for a long time before he loses his mind. Restrained under a cruel ritual that made him break the oath between them; man and soul. In a stream of thoughts it came up to the man of what must be done in order to break the spell, compensate for the mistakes that he has caused, for the soul fled because of the pain that it has experienced, along with the man, but no more as the man pierced his rib cage and broke the wording so that the soul can return back to him safely without being controlled again.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Bloody Daggers

    Wandering around through nature, seeking its beauty. The soul isn’t fulfilled by the cruelty of mankind; their destruction and pollution are sickening, I’m retreating to the untouched island of the first human. The first land from which the humans spread like an epidemic disease without laying hands on its infrastructure as if it’s protected, worded so that humans won’t destroy it even if they could.

    The island hid after the humans left, behind the hurricanes of the Atlantic ocean where the paranormal happens; the ships and planes get sucked into the grave, for no other than the pure and righteous can get to the island. Took the sea as I left mankind behind me with their daggers covered in my blood, the wounds aren’t healing from betrayal and their laughter as they proceeded with their cruelty not realizing the pain that they cause to one’s soul.

    I am close, entering the fog, and soon the hurricanes appeared before the ship tearing it apart along with me. Washed on the shore of an island, not sure whether it is the one for the signs hasn’t yet appeared. The signs that shall let me pass through the barrier that is protecting it. The sun shimmering its rays towards my heart as if scanning it, looking for the slightest impurity; hatred, cruelty, and greed. The rays then clutched upon my soul, lifting me up as my body burnt to ashes, and inside the island, I was given a new vessel, a vessel that didn’t undergo through any sorrow nor betrayal.