The Journey 596

Tag: change

  • 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”

  • Over The Edge

    Broken, yet again. How can I live with this, I cannot take it anymore. As pathetic as it sounds the miserable man who has seen nothing but misery since the moment he opened his eyes on this doomed planet we know as earth.

    Continued murmuring as he picked up the pieces of his shattered life and tend to the wounds of his soul, and of course the forgotten heart that was stabbed by non-other than love itself. “Every time I smile or even try to be happy, the world finds a way to obliviate the happiness from my life, killing all of my feelings, however instead of making me numb, it shatters my entire existence with its deadly obstacles, that are more of a torture than an obstacle. Nevertheless, I pick up my shattered self and move on, or at least I try, but the world seems to be unsatisfied with me, and therefore, it strikes me with its claws shredding the already shattered pieces making it harder for me to live.

    The signs are telling me that I should leave and that I do not belong; for I am wounded and unable to fulfill my purpose. So much for a purpose: enduring pain. An old fortress that was once unstoppable can now be destroyed with the slightest of a blow. “I am not giving up, not yet. I can still move on, but I am not sure if I can endure more, I think it will be that last….

     

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • The Fallen Nation

    Based on Experiment #1 by the scientist that goes by the name of Soul.

    4 years have passed, chances were presented to all fallen creatures, yet the results have not changed drastically. It is the same, no matter what you do, you will always be disappointed, for most of the creatures share the same spirit since their spirits are related somehow, the characteristics that loathed by many, yet practiced by themselves; selfishness, hatred.

    The chronicles of the wise are far from ending now since the tablet of the truth is lost. Lost in the ocean where the paths of demons and humans cross each other. The wizard took the ocean tracking the tablet’s energy pinpointing its exact location, which appeared to be exactly where he feared it to be, in the hands of the unworthy beast whom now controls all humanity.

    Now that the beast has the tablet, chaos shall pass upon the humans, hatred now runs through their veins not forgetting their cruelty, to begin with, greed rose bestowing selfish acts that shall bring pain to others, and here by others I mean the environment, animals, and the righteous people whom are struggling to survive in this world.

    “There Is Still Hope”

     

  • The Choice is Yours !

    My weary body cannot take any more damage. I am a wreck. My soul is beginning to fade with every cruelty that it experiences, thought that if I endured the pain I would become powerful, but it was too much for my vessel and its inhabitant.

    Every step I walk I could feel my body tearing apart, with every breath I take, I could taste the blood in my throat; of all the things that I have decided to suppress and never express; for it will do no good to anyone. The feelings are eating me alive. Feeding upon the goodness of my heart, for I have never hated nor been cruel to anyone. For the path that I have chosen forbids such evil sins to be committed. Broken like a shattered glass, to thousands of pieces, pieces of my life gone to waste, although it is not impossible to fix, I have decided to give up, for life has given up on me a long time ago.

    In the chronicles of misery, the boy wrote, about those who deserved better than this earth, that is filled with cruelty and hatred. To all those who suffered, there will be a time when you will come to realize that everything you went through was just an unpaved path towards your dream.

  • 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.