The Journey 596

Category: THOUGHT

  • 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.

  • Achieving Goals

    I have built a great wall that separates me from the others, not that I am looking down on them or being narcissistic, it is far greater than that, it is known as limits. As many of you are aware, you can be whoever you set your mind to be, believing in yourself and your abilities to conquer the obstacles that present itself to you through your journey on the path that you have chosen.

    No matter what they say, I have adapted not to listen for my dreams are far greater than to be shot at by their poor methods of negativity. Trying to tell me how crazy my dream is, aiming to bring me down, to give up like they did with their own dreams, such humans either has given up on their dreams or their environment slipped their dreams from them; for some have not got the privilege of choosing their own path, their paths have been chosen for them, in other words, they are being manipulated. Aiming for the final goal that I will achieve, I can perceive the rush of it all; the journey awaits.

    All in all, create your own path do not make others choose who you are, embrace your differences, for we were created to live in harmony and peace, and if anyone defies who you are and what path you have chosen and as long as your path does not harm anyone, ignore them; for your happiness and dream is far more important than conforming to them just to belong. Sacrificing your dreams and happiness to please others is just another method of cruelty that mankind has established to spread hatred among themselves.

  • 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.

  • A Cup Of Coffee

    Coffee with its many choices, and whether it’s iced or hot, to some of you its just coffee. However for some of us out there, coffee is the thing that makes us who we are, hear me out on this. You see relationships can be made over coffee, and for the most part, it lets you escape the daily hassle of life, it takes you away to a more peaceful reality, where you can think and plan effectively for anything that you would like to accomplish in life.

    In a book that I have read the writers opinion on the people who go to coffee shops a lot is that they have conformed and that they have no goals in life, for their only goal is to copy what others are doing. What the writer has missed is that a lot of meetings are being held in coffee shops. Aren’t they meeting to decide about a strategy to achieve their goals? Or are they just gossiping and having fun? Coffee shops are for anyone, for all the coffee lovers, from employees, students, its a place to think, have fun, and above all enjoying the coffee peacefully. A cup of coffee as simple as it sounds, its complex taste gives you relaxation, lets you be more alert, and on top of all it makes you think peacefully and lets you become more aware of opportunities that you might have missed.

    All in all, coffee is a ritual for me, without it, I can’t possibly function. I’m exaggerating, I just love coffee that much.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Upgrade

    Change is inevitable, with the right amount of situations you get yourself into, you will earn great happiness and for the unfortunates out there you will learn a valuable lesson.

    As it is known to everyone in life there are two roads; success and work in progress. If you have thought that it is success and failure, take a moment and think about the things that you wanted, have you accomplished them? if not, then you are in the tiny gap between success and work in progress, called failure, or as I like to call it giving up. Giving up is a dark path and not one that will make you cool, it will bring your ambition down anything that you would like to do, give up once and you will take it as a habit; it is addicting.

    So to all of you out there do not give up on anything, even if it is not worth it, you started trying, then it is best to achieve it.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Kindness, is it still a thing?

    This looks familiar, the seals are broken, the cycle has started; the curse has been unleashed. I don’t understand haven’t I moved on? I am doing it again, falling into a wormhole of events that I already lived; the soul is shivering and the heart is squeaking for it was a hardship that requires sacrifice that no one bears.

    Trapped, moving seems impossible, I am restrained. The chains are heavier and more powerful than before; it’s sucking my soul, I am shrinking. Through my journey I have met people who were on a quest to find happiness, given that I made it clear that happiness cannot be reached the way that they’re seeking it; for its a far complex thing than a destination, it is a spiritual experience can be achieved by having the characteristics of the righteous because only with these characteristics you will be able to endure the pain. For happiness comes with a great deal of sorrow; It makes everything around you as clear as a crystal.

    Swiftly, the stream is taking me towards its bank, or that’s what I thought. It’s testing me, trying to manipulate me, asking me to change. In disappointment, the tears fled from the eyes screaming “we are worried about you not the other way around.” So it became clear: People have changed and so to cope I too must become one of them. A story that begins with misery always ends with misery, however, it can always be altered into a happy ending but only if you have peace of mind.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Abyss Of Thoughts

    That feeling never goes, not knowing your purpose, confused about the future. Tried living one day at a time, but when your mind starts to ask about the plan, mapping the future, outlining the tasks that shall carry me towards the future that I have never thought of, my soul seems clueless.

    You may start to wonder whether this is depression or some other mental illness, believe me, it is not, for there are no meds that will tell you your purpose, it must be achieved or at least gifted; of course, that is what I claim to take the pressure off of my soul. A burden so heavy that I often get sucked into; trying to figure things out, unfortunately, all I found out was how much pain it causes. Tired of thinking and not being able to find out the purpose of my existence.

    The day goes by without any progress, distractions everywhere, I am losing focus. Am I running from it, or is it running from me? Not sure, but what I am starting to realize is that the purpose is “finding it”.

    “There Is Still Hope”