The Journey 596

Category: pain

  • The Fallen Warrior

    Chapter One

    In the past, before we humans roamed the earth, different beings were created and they were called the beasts. The beasts were cruel and they kill anyone who comes in their way even if it was one of their own, but mostly the animals and trees. They brought destruction upon the earth, and with pools of blood all over the earth, an infectious disease spreads like a flock of flies.
    The healthy beasts burnt the sick and continued roaming the earth to cause destruction, up until a warrior, one of their own became of an age and was blessed with a gift of a righteous heart, with a mission to stop his ancestors from ruining the earth. The warrior tried convincing his clan to stop their wrath upon the earth and told them that the earth is a beautiful place and filled with mysteries, therefore we must not take it for granted, for only peace and righteousness could withstand such beauty. They shunned him away and told him if he was ever in their way they would not hesitate to end his life on earth and send him to the purgatory. The warrior replied, in time you will understand the will that has been sent to me and I am leaving for the punishment is about to be sent if you do not stop your killings and destruction, and so he left with great remorse and sadness for his clan is about to be annihilated.
    Years have passed and the punishment is yet to be done upon those whom are ruining the earth and its resources. The warrior could not wait anymore and took it upon himself to end his clan once and for all. He stalked them and until they were in line and as soon as the darkness covered the earth and before the stars could light up the way he started assassinating one after the other except for their leader, the elder beast; he was nowhere near the clan, the warrior continued his search for the elder beast, but in despair, he failed. At the end of the canal, the warrior stood seeking answers, and what he was enlightened with did not satisfy him, for he has sinned.
    The tale of the beasts rests within the journal of the warrior, titled The Fallen Warrior.

  • The End Of Darkness

    T.W.O.T.E

    Now that I have severed all bonds; for it is a torture to witness their cruelty. Wandering around peacefully along the endless road of life, shockingly not waiting for the end, but rather looking forward to the future that awaits.

    In my healing process, I have begun meditating to understand life better and to gain peace of mind from all the thoughts that accumulate in my head. Organising the thoughts, ideas that seemed random at first, unable to understand; flowing rapidly one after the other, it was overwhelming. Clarity, the thing that I thought was impossible to achieve, now I know better; only you can decide whether you will be able to achieve something or not. The nightmares have gone, disappeared, but left behind valuable lessons. I will no longer let myself undergo the same mistakes, for it is not their fault alone, I assisted in a way that I could never imagine would hurt me. Kindness, when given to someone that does not deserve it, becomes a victim of their cruelty.

    I have changed, I am no longer the victim. A new chapter shall begin, beautiful lessons will be given that shall help you in your journey of life.

  • Have Pride In Who You Are !

    A Captive Of Society

    Chapter One: Pages 1-2

     

    Purity is found in all of us, but only few remain unpolluted, for all the rest are stuck in an endless puppet show; for they never fought for themselves, never tried to be themselves, and so they accepted their fate……

    It is unbearable, the feeling is coming back, and the voices are louder than ever, they are trying to manipulate me, convince me to do things, persuade me to be myself and be free. Free from the clutches of society, the chains squeezed my skin, as I once escaped, now the chains are thicker and heavier. The warden with his magical potions experimenting on me, trying to come up with the ultimate spell to turn me into one of his puppets.

    The voices rapidly reject the potions, and so he turned to his black book of spells and casted a powerful spell that the voices had to make me enter a state of unconsciousness to wear it off. After years of being held captive in one of the facilities the doctors had given up and so they have tortured me daily, but I could not give them, the only thing that separates me from them humans; it is my unique and true self that I am proud of, I do not follow nor lead, therefore, I create my own way. Weary unable to move, as the hammer cracked my bones and the hooks clutched into my skin. In a huge wheel, I was tied and I could feel the skin tear apart with every turn the wheel takes.

    At the time, I ought to give up, for there is nothing to do that shall break me free; however, the voices fiercely told me, “there is nothing that could to stop us, but only if you believe.” So I believed even though the odds were against me, and there was no chance for me to break free from their hooks, but somehow I managed to disappear….

  • Perception

    Here’s another story from the book, a boy fell from the sky with a powerful vision that ceases their lies and a soul so pure that it feels guilty once their cruelty rises; humans.

    Looking up at the ceiling, the kid wished to never see again. The chandelier blow up, for the sin that he has committed is far greater than the cruelty of those who were shaken off of humanity, and turned into beasts. Beasts that never have thought that someone will be able to witness their true colors and play along. They have mastered the ability of the devil, and like a chameleon, they shift colors to best fit the scenario, or rather to buy the hearts of their own cult.

    The kid’s soul felt guilty for their actions toward him, for he never harmed them in any way, but beasts never really ought to understand the meaning of friendship nor love. The kid played along trying to make a change into their lives, tried to guide them, but in despair, all he got was their cruelty shunning away light that he tried to present to them, a chance for repentance, or rather a new beginning.

    It’s true what they say, with a great gift comes great responsibility, the kid consumed with sadness and sorrow for the cruelty of those who are surrounding him has already manifested into their body and soul. There must be a way to make them see, to what state they have fallen into, and how they became the beasts that they are. The kid for years tried restlessly, but without any progress; however, he never gave up and continued his path, helping those whom are infected by the beasts, those whom have a chance in recovering to their neutral state, cured from any hatred and cruelty, whilst turning to the untreatable patients, trying to come up with a cure; a way to help them return back to the way they used to be, kind and honest.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Soul, Monster and I

    We all have a monster within our bodies, some of which are trapped behind our souls, observing, waiting to regain its strength from the cruel creatures to break free and unleash its full potential. On the other hand, some of us were able to tame these vulgar creatures that are sharing our vessel. The weak humans will be conquered as soon as the monster takes control and unleash the evil that it has gained over the years and soon the soul will be shoved far away into the abyss, scared, shivering, and unable to move; for the power that has been unleashed into the body is the unstoppable wrath of hatred.
    We were born together, we shared every memory the good and bad, whilst the monster favored the bad memories and fed on them and grew faster, and slowly pushing the pure soul away, or rather poisoning it. It reminds the soul of what has been done to it, reminding it of all the cruel things that have happened, blaming the soul for everything. Filled with guilt the soul soon realized what should be done in order to not become weak. At the nursery they were able to identify me for who I am, they saw right through me, they saw the emptiness, they saw the shattered pieces of my beloved soul, and so they waited for me until it was our nap time, to grab me and lock me up in the chamber where they performed their rituals on me, trying to bring my soul back.
    For years they have kept me in the chambers thinking that they will be able to cast the evil spirit away and make my pure soul return back to its vessel; however, their plan never worked and never will, for the monster and I are one.

  • My Enemy !

    When everything seems to be perfectly in place, the life once again proves you wrong, by an earthquake, elaborating how easily it can crush us. I do not know whether I must cry and give up or should I pick up the shattered pieces of my hard work and continue my journey on this earth. Giving in seems to be out of the question, been called stupid for the limits that they have set me with; however, they have never realized that I have long surpassed their limits. So now my mind is trying to trick me into thinking that I have limits and tries to hold me from achieving certain goals.

    It is disappointing to know that you’ve become your own enemy. Pinpointing the exact location of the problem, the mind. It has been trying to shift my focus from what really matters to the margins of life where I rarely stay, and sadly it has succeeded. Distractions around me noise that I cannot possibly live with nor can I ignore. Creatures trying to ruin my peace of mind, trying to stay relevant in my world, but what they have forgotten is that I need not got the time to waste on them. A moment of shock, becoming aware as to what I have become, I reckon I must take out the journal for repentance and to take away the cruelty from within my soul.

    Sometimes, just sometimes, life can be with you, on your side; trying to help you be a better person and to make you grow. All in all, it is a wonderful life, knowing that there is always room for improvements and trying your hardest to achieve your dreams and goals.

    “There Is Always Hope”

  • Addressing The Problem

    T.W.O.T.E

    Chapter 100 – Repentance 

    Tiredness and emptiness, am I missing something? Have I lost in this game of life, or am I just down the wrong path? Wondering as to where I shall end up, overthinking the circumstances, trying grasp every possible outcome; however neither of what I grasp occur, except for a few minor situations that I was able to dodge, but the rest hit me so hard that it turned my life upside down, spinning in this cycle of life what have I become what am I possibly going to achieve from such a cruel world. The problem remains in my head.

    A mindset that I have to alter, and practices that I must change in order to be what I have always wanted to be. Condemned by the negativity, thinking about the others whilst forgetting about myself, my soul. Shattered into tiny pieces, and then a cry of help from beneath my heart, shivering as the voices started to be clearer and closer. Voices that I have ignored and by so, I no longer know who I am.

    In sadness, the world cried for the soul that never thrived, in tears of great remorse for the dreams that have been slipped away by the cruel creatures who took it upon themselves to destroy others. Monsters that slipped away from their apocalyptic reality and into our world they’ve entered, giving their sins another chance to ruin yet another earth.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • 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.

  • A Terrifying Game Called Life 

    At dawn, when the sun is shimmering, softly that it takes away the tiredness and laziness from the creatures. Starting the day with a beautiful view and a cup of coffee, followed by a short run, that shall make you energised and ready to fight the obstacles that shall be presented to you once you set your foot out of your house.

     

    Trying to focus on the final goal, while being busy, fighting the daily dilemmas, with the cruel creatures; fighting for the soul. Working hard and making progress, which shortens the distance of the final goal. Thinking of it as a mission, every time the sun rises, and the night targeting its darkness elsewhere. A set of tasks some of them are repeated daily while the other set have a specific date and time, all of these tasks must be followed in order. Rules that has been created precisely after witnessing the cruel creatures for decades: a spell that repels their negativity and cruelty.

     

    Giving life a meaning again, for the soul has been retrieved. Working hard and enjoying the process, with hope. Patient as to what the future holds from obstacles and bliss.

     

  • Regret !

    Nervousness, shivering, and unable to bear this pressure that is cycling around me, containing me in loops of sadness and confusion. Confused as to what I will be, and whether there is a chance for me to climb out of this one.
    As everybody left, and the feeling of loneliness started to consume his heart, he began to write into his journal the events of what shall be, and forged his name with a force that showed great remorse of what he unleashed upon his soul. In tears he began to accumulate the memories, every single one of them, the good and the bad. In a pit he threw the memories that have wronged his soul, while the happy memories that he cherished, in his heart he stored them; to remind him of the good times that he had and how he was determined to win no matter how many times he failed, forging his path along the way.
    Now that we made ameds, my soul and I, we shall never let any creature wrong us, no matter who this creature is. A red line, if crossed, great consequences shall be unleashed upon his heart and soul.
    As he realised what he has done, and learned from his mistakes, he stated that he shall continue his journey on his path heading towards the final goal.