Again I see repetition in front of me. Will it ever end? When I think back I find myself repeating myself countless time before and I will find myself doing that same action countless time more. Humans are bound to repetition. Look at history. Humans have not learned enough from the past, instead we repeat obvious faults.
Tears come when we feel we are about or are going to lose something. No matter how insignificant it may seem to others, what we hold precious to us are the most important thing in our life. It may be the relationships we have, our material possession, our standing among our peers, our ability to carry a goal through, or just simply the thought of loosing a piece of ourselves. It is the fear of losing what makes us who we are. From there tears will fall.
Another reason why tears come is out of sheer happiness when you see yourself or someone else gaining something that make them or yourself feel like the most important person in the world. In the end, how our happiness is shape would cause us to fall in tears. If we loose it, tears will fall. If we gain it, tears will fall. The movement of happiness in our life is what cause us to be move to tears.
Have you ever taken time to stare at the sky? Day or night, it is something to awe at. Doesn’t it make you wonder how life is so fragile. In one moment people are gone faster than the wind. In one moment you have already aged. In one moment you lost a chance to achieve a goal. There’s a vast amount of things we could have accomplish in just a single day.
When you look up in the sky. It feels so close yet so far away. If people can go to the moon because of a dream they never gave up on, then we as individual can reach our dream. As long as we don’t give up, reaching a dream mean determination and self discipline. Just look up. Have you lost your ability to dream?
The moment life changes. The moment times stops. The moment everything else didn’t matter except your own line of sight. Everything from your past flashes before your eyes. You get the notion that, “What you see is what you get.” Who will be that person who crosses your line of sight and tell you differently? Who will be the person who brings you out from the darkness? The question is, “Are you ready?”
Beauty from the Heart will only enhance a person’s charm. The edge of unsavory character will disperses anyone away in fear of being entice. Through beauty of the flesh it draws the eyes of everyone, both allies and foes regardless of character.
People claim beauty is not everything in life and yet we are drawn to it. We judge people with appearances before character. We approach beauty without thoughts of who they are.
Painting lies on our face and claim it as beauty. Like admitting only a mask over your face will make you more beautiful and without it you are indiscriminately ugly.
From the shape of your face to the structure of your anatomy and the clothes you cloak over yourself, beauty is all about exteriors appearance. Beauty of the heart is only known if someone tells you about it, while beauty of the flesh is always in plain sight. You can’t be drawn to something you don’t know.
Beauty is the ideal physical structure we see as perfect, like a rare jewel, an object not everyone can obtain. If everyone in the world has obtained this structure of beauty, the term will cease to exist. The thought of beauty is like savoring your favorite food, like a drug that will induce happiness for the moments you ingest it.
Who am I kidding? I’m not a great writer but a foolish ponderer. I dream like a kid with no intention of grasping reality. My intention is grasping a dream with out the limitation reality will present. My heart dwell on that foolish childlike dream waiting for a fantasy to bloom.
In my heart, there is a sea of emotions like an empty room of infinite emptiness. A vastness unobtainable by human kind, had made me understand my ambiguity existence. All I have to sustain my own existence is the dream of a reality bending to my whim.
All of my emotions running its course as I am only thinking of fulling what I feel I need. The existences of those who are around me will become obsolete, due to the fact that my thoughts have become my obsession. The thought of, “I am Alone,” constantly circulating in my mind. No matter who it was reaching for me, that very action is so foreign to me that I, reject it out of reflex. Here I am trapped by my own emotions, running in circles and wishing for things I find hard to accept.
There is only one solution to this madness. Snap out of it and realize you are the one keeping yourself trapped. No matter what emotions others would cause you to feel, it is you who decided to feel that way. It will be hard to get rid of some emotions, but it is best not to hold onto poison, eating away at your heart. Happiness is just around the corner and it is up to you to find it.
There I sat on my chocolate colored sofa, in a little room with chocolate colored walls, that even the sun could not lit up, because it is always facing north. Even from the outside, this little room looks like a cave with a house built to emphasize the existence of this one little room. The window occupies a whole wall of this little room, clearly showing a great view of the sky, giving me a feeling of ease. Even when facing a bright summer sun, lighting in the room is always faint and soft.
Here I lay with my eyes wide open, looking aimlessly at the sky from the comfort of my own home. Laid back without a care in the world, this was my perfect little world, my favorite getaway place, and a place where no one can interrupt my tranquility.
It’s a moment that will never come again. Upon hearing those two words “Next Time,” I stood there dumbfounded as the happiness in my heart melted away. That moment had never came and words of lies broke my trust for those I love most. There wasn’t even a event of amends to calm the heart. How do they expect me to experience a moment that only a child can enjoy at certain age? Now that I’m an adult, they expect it to have the same impact.
I’m sorry but, the broken heart of a child that is now an adult, takes more than spending time doing an event that will brighten only a child’s heart. This is what you molded into the heart of the child, “Next time will never come.” All that’s left is a broken trust and a shattered heart.
Walking into a forest and imagining myself millions of miles away from civilizations in all direction. The reality is, I can’t stand being away from other people, but at the same time, the feeling of being away from everything can become a calming tune. In the forest there is no one to tell you what to do because this is where you can set your soul free from all the things we stress about. Here there is nothing to wrong the heart and soul; the only thing in that forest that would do you wrong is you.