The Journey 596

Tag: THOUGHT

  • The Future…If There Is One.

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    Xyma was informed about the arrows direction, and so he took his map from 100 B.C and placed it on his table and he carefully drew the arrows that appeared on their respective sites on the map with the pen of the beasts, in shock Xyma smirked and started laughing hysterically and mumbled that it was true. Later that day he ordered me to take a cruise and gave me the coordinates on an old sheet of paper.

    I was lost in my own thoughts as to why would Xyma handed over the coordinates to me, was he suspecting something, did I slip? Soon I got lost into my head, anxiety took over, as I continue to question everything around me. I have arrived to the port, the cruise and the air around it seems uncanny. I got on the cruise and it sailed specifically to where the two waters don’t mix, where the ones salty and the other is sweet, we continued on the line where the waters don’t mix until we found a little island filled with greenery, I can tell that no humans have ever set foot on this island as it lacks the human’s touch, mainly destruction. I have asked the captain to throw the anchor, to investigate this island. As I got on the dinghy, and they sailors have lowered me to the ocean, I rode it to the island.

    As I got closer to the shore, there seems to be an invisible wall or a barrier I felt on my body as I reached the beach. Now that I am on the island, I said to myself that the plan must go on, however, it is in need of great alterations. Forgot about the ship the plan, I lost focus because of the beauty of the island and its rare plants that seem to be alive, like those insect eating plants but bigger, I have searched the island and there is no logic to what I am currently experiencing, the mind controls the island or that is what I thought when I fell and a stupid thought crossed my mind that what if there was a pit instead of the thorns from the plants, and soon I found myself trapped in a hole.

    Then I thought of rain filling up the pit, and it did, and finally I got out of that pit, sure it took me a few hours to try and control my thoughts, so that my thoughts would not cast me into oblivion. As I walked into the pathway that am not sure if it was there before, a green path shoots from the island tip of the island towards horizon.

    Walking towards the horizon sure seems nice, when knowing that the ship has vanished and your plan to save the earth has collapsed. Strings of light from the sunset slowly fading as I walk away from the island and into the darkness of 3, as the ocean swept me off the path and into the ocean, falling, oh no, I am drowning. Floating, descending into the bottom of the ocean, as I remembered about the pressure and how my lungs are going to be crushed if I continue to descend…..

    The End

  • Touch Down

    Once there was a kid who didn’t know better, he lived his life one day at a time, thinking only about the moment, neglecting or rather not ignoring tomorrow. He lived doing everything that comes to his mind, not thinking of the consequences, charging towards the unknown happily with a tiniest bit worry on his mind, he was fearless. Everyday is a new beginning, a new chance for another adventure, he came across a lot of people through his adventures, although they were from different parts of the country, they have a common a feature that unites them all as being humans.

    The young man continued in his path for years, until he realized that everything seems familiar, as though he is reliving the past, panicked and scared from what he just realized the young man ran across the fields and hid in his camp. The young man finally calmed down and started to wonder as to why he is reliving his past, there must be a reason, there must be something that he is missed that is causing his life to stop from progressing. Therefore, he began to retrace his steps using his scriptures and found out the despicable thing that caused all this mess.

    The young man engraved on the ground, signs from out of this world and numbers to mark his presence on earth, and then he fell asleep while thinking about tomorrow. In the morning, the young man woke up feeling different, changed, its not a new beginning, its the continuation of a long lost book “The Story of His Life”.

    WWT

  • The Damned

    In a new decade the wanderer returns, and takes off where he left off. The journal was lost, or rather destroyed by himself, because of the unbareable memories. So he decided to record the journey in the places that they have occured in, and so the man retraced his steps back to where it all began to mark the places in order, the darkness. However, not knowing that his return shall doom his soul, not just the memories, every single misdeed shall leave a mark upon his body. When the eyes will shut, the souls shall cometh and feed upon the wicked.

    The wanderer arrived, the darkness welcomed with joy, and upon passing through the huge gate, he felt the air on his body is different, he felt this feeling before, its fimiliar to him, yet he cant seem to recognise it. As he walked down the path of darkness, he felt as though the earth is pulling him down, his foot began to feel heavy, as it digs the earth imprinting his footsteps while heading towards the edge of the mounatin where the cliff house lies above the ocean of death. As the distance decreased between the house and wanderer, the air started to return back to normal. He entered the cliff house and soon he felt safe again, and as his eyes came across the book shelf of the damned and he soon remembered why he recognised the feeling of the air, and what shall happen to him when he marks the darkness and leaves.

    Embracing the consequences the wanderer leaves the cliff house and walks towards the gate of his doom, remembering all the pain and memories and now the punishment shall occur for his weak soul shall suffer for eternity.

  • 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”

  • 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”

  • 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”

  • 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.