The Journey 596

Category: The End

  • 2017

    Another year shall pass, the life spoke to the guy “What have you achieved?”, replied the guy “hope”, elaborating more “ Great lessons that I have gained great experience from, and mistakes that I am never going to repeat ever in my life, and so I am moving on”. Smiled the life and said you shall experience in the future great loss and misery, how are you possibly going to survive, chuckled the guy and said “ I know, but what you have not learned about me is that I will always find a way, no matter what situations you put me in I am going to rise and accomplish my dreams.

     

    2018, is the year where I  shall thrive, a year where I must not give up, a year of hard work and motivation. It is my year and I am going to achieve my goals one after the other. Do not let others decide what you can and cannot accomplish. Live by this motto if you would like to thrive “I am the one in control, this is my life and I am going to achieve all my dreams”. A simple four-digit number that can either make you feel guilty and miserable for not trying or make you feel satisfied with what you have achieved and it motivates you even further to work even harder to achieve new goals.

     

    Stay motivated and focus on what really matters to you, work hard, have fun, and above all believe in yourself.

    Until Next Time…

    SEE YOU IN 2018 AND AS ALWAYS “THERE IS STILL HOPE”

     

  • 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”

  • Stuck In The Past

    Sometimes the past can be so cruel that it never leaves you in peace. Trying to move on with your life, but every time you try to get past the emotions and feelings, and move on, life reminds you of what has happened, or rather yourself reminds your pathetic soul that you are not good enough to move on.

    In loops of sadness and disappointment you are stuck, cannot possibly think of a solution other than diving into worlds of dreams. A dream walker is someone who is known for the gift to see what lies far beyond this universe; alternate universes that is. While in grief hating to wake up, and start the day when the sun rises like what most average humans do. Loving the darkness of the night, that comes with true feelings and emotions. It is when the lies are hidden, and where humans speak of only the truth. It is the time when you become honest to yourself; trying to fix the little pieces that have been shattered in the past, but it takes time depending on your personality, whether you like to overthink and try to understand why while trying to fix your life. Furthermore, there are who are focused more on fixing their lives, rather than understanding what, why, how they have become to the state that they are in.

    All in all, there is still hope, you only have to believe and everything will fall into place. Keep on living.

  • 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.

  • 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”

  • The Apocalypse

    All I can remember is that on a Monday evening a strange noise made the creatures go rogue upon us humans. The skies have fallen, the mountains crumbled into dust. Some of us have died at the moment where the sirens were first blown. A large number of humans have died leaving half of the humanity on earth witnessing events of great horror.

    Creatures that were locked away between the two mountains that crossed paths have descended. Ignorant, yet powerful that they drank the entire lake. Cruelty, that I have witnessed over the years from my fellow humans was nothing compared to these barbaric creatures killing everyone on their way. A wave of death, as they traveled leaving behind pools of blood of whoever stood in their way. As we tried to fight them and end them, in which resulted only in increasing our chances of becoming extinct; we have decided to climb the mountain of truth, to be free from their cruelty. The skies have opened its doors, and started to whisper; taking the cruel creatures attention away from us. The cruel creatures took their bows and arrows and starting shooting at the sky, aiming so arrogantly at the skies that plague has been their reward for what they have done to the earth.

    In an instant, they have all died simultaneously, as if of one soul. Now that the earth is filled with flesh and blood, disease have contaminated the earth, and so a group of huge birds has been sent towards us, scavengers to be exact; to clean the earth. While the birds ate the bodies that covered the earth, the skies with clouds of rain covered the entire globe, cleansing our souls and the earth from cruelty and filth. The siren blew for the second time in 12 years, and everything has been wiped out.

    Into a new land we have been resurrected, smooth and different from earth, and every one of us humans was guided by two forms of light. Not knowing where we are, nor where they are guiding us to; filled us all with terror and the urge to not witness any more horrifying events, the cruel creatures have wished to have never been resurrected for their deeds are shameful and shall be rewarded only what they have worked for, except those who were pure at heart.

  • 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.