i can't do this.

i think it's funny when we take the world as a stage and we walk on, not knowing what the script says. until the directions are given and it becomes apparent that you've been given a part as a tragic character. you read through the lines you have to say and take in the stage instructions and then despair. every turn of the page gets ( Read more... )

As I lay me down in the night, thinking and reflecting, an appalling thought crept into my head.

Maybe I am not who I think I am.

Maybe I do not really know who I am. I could be anyone. I am alive, this I think, but do not know. Because the theory of life lies in that it is a temporal thing that one can not grasp, but rather is only ( Read more... )

somedays i lose my identity...

i stand at the cross roads and suddenly i am asking myself, who am i? what am i? where am i? like a statue i gaze at the world moving around me, and i realise i am so alone. we all are. we are fortresses we build ourselves. citadels with walls so thick we cannot escape. we alienate ourselves from the rest of the planet ( Read more... )

Sun shining over the hills
as I stand in the shadow of the tree.
Wondering if I will see your beauty
in all its glory, seeing the pride.
The pride with which you stand tall.

Hoping to witness your bright colors
I cannot wait to see you sway in the wind.
The sun climbs to new heights
and lightens the ground you will cover.
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“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death of your right to say it.” Voltaire

Speech is a glorious and wondrous thing. Nothing causes more trouble, changes more things, and creates more love, hate, sadness, anger, bigotry, acceptance, ill will and good tidings. And it's an integral and vital idea that this speech be free ( Read more... )

In the quiet time of evening
When the stars assume their patterns
And the day has made his journey
And we wondered just what happened
To the life we knew before the world changed
When not a thing I held was true
But you were kind to me and you reminded me

there are some people who define us. who stand beside us and suddenly we feel complete. changed. ( Read more... )

Not too long ago, I believed that liberty is a state of mind. At this present moment, I believe liberty can only be truly ‘felt’ when the mind has been mastered; when we are masters of our minds.

My mind no longer controls me. It no longer dictates what I do, how I react, how I behave. This mastering of my mind did not come easy, yet the irony is ( Read more... )

Onnce upon a time, a beaming baby was born in an orchard resplendent with every kind of fruit in the universe. The baby was named Manika, and Manika spent her days wondering around the warm soft grounds on her hands and knees. Spotting a clump of mulberries off in the distance, she'd crawl after it and mash the sweet fruit in her mouth, red juice ( Read more... )

i've got to learn to let go.

i think it's such an important skill to believe in forgetting the pains and hurts that people cause us. we've got to constantly stare at the brightness that represents our future and see the potential of tomorrow. we got to stop cutting ourselves again and again for the things that are negatively impacting us. they have ( Read more... )

A couple of nights ago I was up late watching a movie. In it, one of the characters, a young woman, gets a call one ordinary evening saying that the man who raised her is in the hospital being treated for a heart attack. She hangs up the phone, grabs her purse and darts for the door, hair flying, face pale. She doesn't tell anyone else in her home ( Read more... )