Wise Words, from a Humble Man

When I first started down this road, it was a new territory.

But what was apparent and clear was that if I stayed true to this course and worked hard, my dreams can and would materialize.

What is important is to always do things the right way for "what is not due to you will not stay with you".

So today, right now, at this very moment, I am happy and mannnn has it been a bit of a while since I felt fulfilled with work and with what I'm doing. (:

Up up and awayyy!

Hopes & Aspirations

Act on them.
What drives you?
Greatness is a lot of small things done well.
Day after day.

Frustration

So very often you get this shit day. A day where your morning starts off pretty good and calm but then things just keep happening one thing after the other and you just want to have the day end so you may start over tomorrow.

Today was one such day.

Dealing with people can be the most frustrating thing. So many factors come into play, it could be your character, theirs, your values, belief system, way of doing things and then there's theirs. 

In these times where the currency is doing poorly; those in power in the federal government level are dim wits, there's almost no light at the end of the tunnel.

How do you deal with people who simply cannot comprehend the importance of punctuality?

How do you deal with people who are unreasonable?

You can't shout. You can scream. There's no point.

So you take it. You take the high road and make a note to get it fixed at the source. 

Now, what happens when it's the source which is cancerous?

And, not something which can be eliminated simply? What then?

So many thoughts go through my mind, not all to be shared with the public. 

If only the world were a little bit more perfect, would that make any difference?

Quick Afternoon Thoughts

Do what first makes you happy.
What drives you to be better.
Do this with people who support you.
Who believe in you.
Who guide you.
Who grow into friends.
Pour your heart and soul into all that you do.
Do it wholeheartedly.
Accomplish great things with small steps.
Go into your work with the mindset that this is your own company too.
Go back to the first sentence, understand how and why this would make sense.

Later, take a step back and see all that you've accomplished.
Be happy and persevere on.

Why be anything less than what you can be.
Why short change yourself by not being the best you at any given moment?
Why not strive for the future which is within reach?
If only, if it meant working hard and keeping a level head.

Enjoy it, this journey. I certainly am and am glad to be slowly finding my path. (:

Troughs

To write from pain, happiness or lessons learned, moments remain fleeting. 

To reminisce about times of past, etches marks in my heart.

Remembrance; distressing. Life; unwitting, of the aches its causes the soul borne by flesh.

To have memory, a true blessing that be; but too, a source of agony. 

Locked experiences, weaved into history shaped visions tricked by sight. 

How does one delve deep and enjoy the good when they easily trigger a wave of sadness from mistakes made and lessons learned and pain felt repeatedly. 

How does one even begin to 'pen' down emotions that can only be felt. 

A spirit that which transcends the realm of the physical. 

The World is Too Small

The World is Too Small to make grave mistakes. Or perhaps these are false thoughts which purpose serves only to entrap one within a specific train of thought, never breaking free and really living.

Why is it that we are often posed with questions that seem much larger than we can handle? Decisions that affect not only us but those around us. Others to consider even though you may have never met them but you know a choice you make could deliberately affect and impact them greatly.

Why why why do we have to ensure pain and within that, confusion?

Of course, the universe has other plans and we are not the centre but sometimes, it seems too daunting a task to make the selfish choice, all in the name of experience, self-edification and non-everlasting youth.

I suppose in the end, in the name of growth, that's all we can do and have to do.

Pain is afterall, temporal but education is forever.

Great Memories

I've always had a special interest regarding the topic of memories. The way we construct our realities purely based on our emotions at that point in time. The sensation that courses through our veins, igniting the flame that brings out whatever that is within us.

Some memories you create by yourself, the centre of your attention on a beautiful landscape. Or maybe even on a journey you've embarked on. Then there are those you create with special people, a special person. Those memories seem to take precedence over those where you're by yourself only because you're able to bring happiness to another human being. Which is really, incredibly, undoubtedly, the best possible feeling in the world - making someone else happy. Seeing the twinkle in their eyes, glistening like the sun's rays touching the sea at Jervis Bay. Those moments where their delight, their exuberance radiates off their smile and touches your soul. Somehow rather memories of that calibre, forever remains etched in your mind and embedded within your soul, your being.

Other times memories are created in groups where a shared spirit is among all. Words, expressions, phrases catch your attention as you try to preserve these fleeting moments. One must question, how much distortion occurs in remembrance?

The topic of memories continuously intrigues me and I can't help but wonder if maybe other people who tend to over analyze are interested too. Memories not only serve to remind us of beautiful and hurtful times but I feel like its purpose is to teach us a lesson.

Having gone through various stages in life and being a different person at each, memories serve as a point of reference where you learn about yourself and correct yourself. It shapes your entire being and moulds you into who you are in hopes that who you become fully utilizes the gift that be memory.

Archived as they may be, Amnesia being the worst foe. Youth and ignorance forming our foundation, we find our spirit whilst walking the path. Uncharted territory, reckless abandon, we live, we learn and realize time is always on our side. So long as, you let things go, retain the vivid memories and soldier on.

It is ultimately all that's left to do. (=

Knowing not, what the heart craves.

Writers are a special kind of people. Each and every writer has a story to tell, an emotion to convey or a vision to put pen to paper, ink to parchment, and breathe life to a tale.

Whether he be a writer of fiction, non-fiction, news articles or scripts. Writers are soulful individuals.

Meet a writer and he will open up your eyes into a world you never knew existed. He will lift the veil in which was the glassiness that layered itself over your retina. A writer will let you into this wondrous imagination and depth that will have you never look at the world the same again.

I've been fortunate in my lifetime. No matter how short it may seem at the moment when looking in the context of the bigger picture. To have the pleasure to have not one, but two, friends who are aspiring writers provides me with great insight into viewing life through a lens never once apparent till recently.

Sometimes it's a challenge to understand the meaning behind the words which are so delicately, intricately and complexly phrased. Yet, the beauty lies where these words offer its reader a glimpse into the mind of a genius or a even madman.  Could one really tell them apart?

It's simply beautiful, the idea of inspiration through words. Just peruse any of Ralph Waldo Emerson's poems and immediately a pulling sensation befalls upon you. Aiming to extract the reader - you, from reality, plunging bottomlessly into a black hole which only seems to go deeper and deeper as your consciousness finds its way. You chase that rabbit. Looping endlessly.

You wonder if you're lost and realize, it doesn't matter anymore. The "real world", the one which distracts, the one which imposes upon you false and manufactured desires, the one which seeks to lure you further away from your true self. That world is the one you leave behind, for a writer, knows not a life without his identity deeply ingrained by going against the grain.

But, how would a writer know his starting and end points if all these experiences are spirals which leads one potentially astray? Or perhaps, the goal is simply self-edification which is what we all should strive for.

Forgiveness

These sorries forever falling on deaf ears I may as well drown in my sorrow. They echo in the reflection of my eyes, layers that impact the retina countless times all you see is depth and darkness. Reflection of light? What light? Reflection of confusion and uneasiness more like. An ocean of regret just engulfing me day by day. Locked in my heart, at war with my mind, which should concede to being wrong? To choosing unwisely. To deciding too abruptly. Just show me colors of the sky. Maybe they will reflect alternate realities, viewing life through different shades of the rainbow... ya know? Allowing me not to delve back in time but to choose a different course. Please. Liberate me.

I just wish people would quit leaving/moving; but, alas such is the cycle of life.

There are certain ties you take for granted and certain ties that you place too much emphasis on. The problem lies when you mix the two up and realize too late what you should have done from the very beginning.

Appreciation is too powerful an act not to display whenever possible. Sometimes we believe a person, thing or situation is constant and begin taking those times for granted, never fully believing how fleeting those moments are until they are almost gone or have passed.

A cast of gloom has befallen the times, degrees of black and white are played with using shadows, carefully negotiated just so proper depiction of a scene can be portrayed. A perfect tint painted to symbolize and evoke just the right emotion when you place enough heart and soul into it.