The Journey 596

Tag: lifestyle

  • 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”

  • 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.

  • 2018 ?

    A new year means a new beginning, another chance presented to be able to change, and become someone you have always dreamt of becoming. Tracing your footsteps back to the problems and mistakes that haunted you in the past, and coming up with solutions and above all learning from them and never falling into the same mistake ever again.

    Resolve to never drift apart from your path, fight to stay in it, never give up and above all believe in yourself. We all dream, but only a few have the courage to work and build their dreams and making it their reality. Dreams can be achieved, have the mindset to tackle any difficulties and distance yourself from the negative thoughts that surround your capability. Believe in yourself, even when no one else does, do not wait for anyone to support you or accept you. A soul should not hide its beauty from the world just to be accepted. At times of difficulties do not search for someone to care about you; wipe your tears and work harder and learn from your mistakes, for the person whom really cares about you does not need to be searched for, it is only a matter of time until they become a part of your journey.

    Stay positive and healthy and do not lose your spark. Assemble your goals into a sheet of paper and start achieving them one after the other. Make your life worth it by working hard and believing in yourself.

  • The Majestic Tree Called Hope

    In a world that is inhabited by the humans and other living creatures, why is it so hard to trust anyone? Over the years, some have decided to become alone, distancing themselves from the humans, for what they have experienced in the past scarred them; therefore, it haunts them. Those, whom have distanced themselves from the world, travel physically and mentally, trying to understand and comprehend everything that goes around them.

     

    Exhausted and tired, from both their journeys. Beneath the tree of hope, they have decided to rest and regain their strengths in order to continue their journeys, hoping to reach clarity. The tree of hope is a special tree: it helps the individual to find the best temperature and weather for them, so that they can heal faster. Three hours has expired, it is time for the travellers to continue their journeys on this earth.

     

    The traveller did not notice each other on this exhausting journey; it takes all the energy you have in order to proceed. Therefore, you cannot afford to be distracted; every energy that you have is required for this journey to be a success.

    “There Is Still Hope”

  • Hope

    I woke up to realize that my life has been just a dream, it is all in my head, in my own reality. A realm that I have total control on and where I can rest  and find peace.

    In reality I was told that dreams do not come true, when in fact they actually do, if you believe in it and work hard for it. Hope has returned to fill my life with Happiness and joy. I must say that the real world without you is just a dark and cruel place. Now that you are here do not leave me at least until I am gone.

    Wandering on earth, exploring the reality that was introduced to me recently, moving towards the goal that I must achieve, crossing paths with other wanderers along the way.

  • The End ?

    Writing a story is great when you actually know how it ends, but sometimes finding an ending for a story can be hard, the writers go through a tough time choosing the perfect ending in order to present to us their masterpiece.

     

    I have started writing my story not so long ago, hoping that it will be of use to those who are lost in the future. Sharing tips based on my experience, on how to survive in this world. A blog that contains my thoughts on life, and how I turned the anger and sadness into stories and thoughts. Pouring my feelings and emotions into words and sentences helped me figure a way out of my misery.

     

    As for how my journey shall end, I have not thought about it yet, but I know that reaching my final goal is not the end of my story, because to me everyday is a new adventure.

     

     

     

    “There Is Still Hope”