The Journey 596

Category: past

  • Hello…Anybody…?

    Does it still work ?

  • Starting Over

    Standing on top of the mountain, breathing heavily, anxious, for I am about to start my journey. I am thankful for everything that has happened in the past, and for the friends that I have gained over the years, and I am thankful for the choices that I made, for I learned valuable lessons. Farewell to the past, farewell to the memories, and a new book shall unfold.

    A new chapter is about to begin, as I start to descend from the mountain, heading towards the foggy forest, a long deserted path, that no one has walked on before, this time it feels the right one, and so I am creating my path here. It is a long road, and I am going to meet new people who shall take part in my journey, and then we will part ways for each one has their dream to follow.

    Do not get caught in the moment because once you do you it will be hard to focus on your goal. There is time for everything, so enjoy life, but knowing how to prioritise, and having what it takes to stay focused, be presistent is what makes a difference.

  • Who Is The Writer ?

    Every morning, I take my fountain pen and journal along with me to the beach, sitting in my favorite spot, where the beautiful breeze hit my head, refreshing my thoughts, the view of the endless sea, ignites my imagination, and the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, calming the rush in my heart.

    Opening the journal, skimming through the past, slowly I enter a state of trance where I relive the past that has been recorded in the journal, it ends as it reaches the empty. A blank page where I choose the setting, the characters, the plot, the resolution, and finally the conflict. Continuing the story that is far from ending, as each day there is a plot twist that prevents me from ending it. As though I am writing a story that does not belong to me, no matter how many times I try to end it, a shadowy character enters the story, making tiny changes to leave the story unresolved.

    I have tried capturing this ghostly figure many times, unfortunately, as soon as I get closer to him, my part in the story begins, and it knows that it is important to me, and so I am writing a story, in a story that has already been written.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • The Chronicles of Ay

    Chapter 1

    Please forgive me for I have sinned, A phrase that people use in order to redeem themselves from the misdeed that they have acted upon. However, in my case instead of mumbling about my sins out loud, I choose to take action, taking responsibility for what I have done, and only from there will I be able to fix it.

    Starting to realize the causes of my misdeeds late, but it is better than not knowing and proceeding on the same deadly path. The journey has been postponed to further notice, for I need time, in order fix what I have broken, whilst for the path must be renovated into a beautiful path that I can see myself in, and be proud. I no longer shall follow the spirit of sadness, unfortunately, I have not got the time to waste on a mirage that even I cannot see it clearly. Isolation is not an option, and I will never ignore ever again nor will I ever run away from anything.

    All in all, the time has come to take action and face the responsibilities for my action. I am becoming a better person than I ever was, I am an achiever I will never settle for average I am always at the top, I will never rest until I have achieved all of my goals.

  • Where It Began….

    Writing is a passion, and a skill that must be honed in order to thrive. ِI dedicate my progress to the little kid who was fascinated by mystery crime fiction stories. The imagination of the writers makes him wonder even more trying to come up with different plot twists and endings.

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    In an era where the murders of Jack the Ripper took place, I shall take my soul to investigate, and to unravel the hidden truth.

    It is said that a serial killer in 1888, who killed five, and was probably going to kill more, but was there a connection? Every victim is different than the other; the class or rank in society. The question that asks itself is whether there was anyone called Jack the Ripper or was it just an excuse to accomplish the sin of killing one another.

    The press created a horrific story, as it witnessed a strange murder with no one to blame, and so they have created an imaginary killer and gave him the name that we know it; Jack the Ripper.