Processes

Thoughts they come and go, evaporate and reappear, fly out a window and into the wind then comes an unexpected breeze and the memories come flooding in like tidal waves crashing onto the shore. Life seems to be working in stop motion for me. One moment caught in a flash, happiness spread across my face, another moment and sadness clearly encompasses me, unable to evade. Surroundings darkened, a shade of dark grey, too close to black and true sorrow emits throughout the air of this photograph.

Songs, music, lyrics, tones.. make more sense when emotions are in play. They force you to perceive differently the meaning of a particular track. No longer just the surface but in-depth analyzing and application to ones life situation. It's a terrible fate, having to suffer through this but.. is this suffering not self induced? How then can it be fate?

Is it not personal choice of music that reflects a current mood? A longing for nostalgia. Reminiscence.
Poor choices = poor results; then again, aren't poor choices necessary to be made so one may learn from the mistake?

Encroachment of the mind that has already reached its maximum capacity. What will need to be discarded, if only I knew myself.

Delightfully Lost

William Shakespeare.
Lewis Carroll.

Poems.

Beauty in words, words of meaning, meanings of life.

The yearning for change; but, what is change if it is ever occurring and therefore all encompassing?

Past, Present, Future.
Time.

Why do we subject ourselves to this confinement.

Questions. Endless. Truths, distorted. Real? What's that?

...

Compassion. Kindness.
Traits we should aspire to live life by.

Encouragement. Love...
should dictate how we want to interact with others.

Not hate. Not fear. Not cold-heartedness my dear.
Let fate, Let's steer, Let's understand the queer.

Walk It Off

We do the things we must to get to the places we can be in hopes that it is the same place we need to be. 

Sacrifices must be made.
Sacrifices come with a price.
That price is pain.
We hurt.
But we must endure.

Sometimes I do things out of haste, other times I do things after much thought. Often my decisions stem from these two extremes.

Part of me wishes I knew what the future has installed but the other half hopes that no one will ever come up with a time machine device just because the future is a surprise and presents like that shouldn't be ruined.

Yet. There's a small part within me that wishes to be reassured that everything will eventually work its way out.

Thoughts swim through my mind like fishes in the sea searching for direction away from a predator. If only I could have a better way of expressing this feeling. It's omnipresent and nowhere at the same time.

It's confusion and understanding?

Strength. What does strength even mean?
Is it a physical feature of mankind? It is mental? Spiritual?
All of the above?

Strength is something so many people seek for. Many mistake it for power. It is not.
Some say it's brute force. Perhaps within certain context it could be but what else?
Strength, resilience. The mind. Stoicism?

The entire point of this post is actually coming to terms.

Dealing with emotions, pain, joy, sadness all these want to overwhelm me but I will hold on to my strength, to my will, if in this way they may be one and the same.

I miss you. I keep thinking back to better times. Thoughts course through my brain like never-ending wavelengths of memories.

I must resist. It is the only way. Situate the self within an emporium of positivity.
Personal, individualistic Growth.

That's something worth fighting for.
There are bigger battles in life to fight.. however, it all starts with the self.
And the self shall be on its journey to find first its center and later on who knows?

It's a surprise.

Cereals.

This post is labelled cereals simply because I'm eating a bowl of cereal right now. On this same exact space however was a trail of words that were strung together with the intention of being published as a blogpost but then that got deleted by dare I say, impulse? Or perhaps this act was through the brain doing quick leaps within itself and reasoning that perhaps it wasn't the best written piece of work. Ahh. The inner workings of connections and thought.

So, anyway, as I was writing, this thought popped into my mind, "Perhaps if we listened with the intention of understanding and not the intention of responding, the world might be a happier place to live in."

This is true, I firmly believe. Although, a question to raise would be, How many of us really realize this and do something about it to help make ourselves and the people around us better individuals?

As the world continues to rotate on its axis, it is simultaneously corroding, decaying, rotting..etc. and we, the humans who inhabit this planet called Earth, are the ones responsible for this mess.

Global Warming.
Globalization.
Climate Changes.
Wars.
Poverty.
Famine.

Doesn't it occur to you that all these problems are brought forth by none other than ourselves? We are all but pawns in this huge game of Earth Deterioration, if a label must be placed.

Slight detour to this other thought.

Why are people so rude? And, why are they cold?

I can't fathom these behaviours and at times I wish I could just so I could begin to understand them better. There is so much to learn about the world, people and the likes; why waste this precious time on Earth being conflicted and holding grudges. Is that sort of hate necessary? Why is there difficulty in forgiveness? Do these people think that forgiveness equates to loss? It's not a battlefield, it's a middle ground. It's a place for truce, not for war.

Why have such a downright shitty attitude towards others when there is a choice to be a better person. Do people not want to strive for things that matter or is that again my biased, subjective outlook? Aren't certain ideas and reactions, heck interactions, universal? Would people rather have mental blocks rather than face it with all their might and courage to push past a barrier and move forward in this process known as progression?

Humans, how elusive we are. How much we've got to learn. How arrogant we are. How fragile we must be.