Was there a moment when I thought that life could mean something more than a desolate feeling of discovering pain and slow death? For a time that was all I could think about and surround myself in. And then here come life's little surprises that comes as gifts or blessings under disguise and just as fast, disappears abruptly before you even manage ( Read more... )

I truly believe that there is no such thing as writer's block. It's only a block, because I don't have the proper tools to write what I need. Admittedly though, it is the perfect term to call the mental state that forces the literature an author makes go bye-bye. A spiral into nothingness for the mind that wants to think but can think of nothing ( Read more... )

I want to draw something that means something to someone. Like when you go see a really great band live for the first time and no one is saying it but everyone's thinking it... I want to draw that feeling, but I can't ( Read more... )

Life has no meaning without dreams... No matter how much we transcend the existence of our lives and the reason for being, it will never be enough. For no one can exist without purpose, else one exists but with limited consciousness. Our gifts as humans is the ability to think and to question, and then to start on progressing to be the ultimate ( Read more... )

Savor the retreat in her eyes as she looked through the window bars of her cage. She had freedom in every sense of the word… more freedom than even she could muster if she weren't a prisoner. Inside, so long as she got adequate food and no one bothered her, she was ultimately like a bird nesting in her roost. She worshipped the four walls of her ( Read more... )

When you are young and have seen through much in life… You become grounded by reality. As sickening as this thought might be, the world is indeed trapped within a box and our dreams and aspirations may have strayed outside from time to time but will eventually soon be forced to come back because of life’s dictatorial circumstances. It is amazing ( Read more... )

Life in itself is astonishing… The burden that man carries on his chest as he walks the journey of life bears much violence, disgust, sarcasm, hatred, evil and all the entities disguised in a fashion of leisure that man continuous to indulge and disillusions himself with and thus hiding from the truth. When faced with a mirror that reflects our ( Read more... )

Everyday is an opportunity for us to meet new people, face new challenges, discover the grand themes in life and open our eyes to the meaning of life. As all of us go through these experiences, our values, minds and thinking are shaped into who and what we are today. But what factor in our lives infuses such virtues into our system that we are ( Read more... )

You mean to say that when the imagination runs wild you forget much of who you are and unintentionally crave to be the one thing you are not. Although in the subtleties of the way the story was made, there are signs in which the character within the story will take root and link back to the creator. I still remember the time in which I got so ( Read more... )

Only recently did I fully realize this: that through years of listening to my mother's stories of her life, I have absorbed not only the stories themselves, but something of the manner in which she spoke, something of the urgency that involves the knowledge that her stories-like her life-must be recorded ( Read more... )