Journey through the storm..

As we walk through the valley of life, we will come to notice that everything is more than just a game. We brace ourselves and face the storm; with swords and shields we wield and fortify our ground. And every once in a while, we take a deep breath, hoping that no opportunist would come and snipe us down. So we kept alert and with our eyes wide opened as the eagle's. Then, at certain point of our lives, we come across someone attractive, and we begin to let down our shield, sheath the sword. And as time goes by, we removed our armor and helmet, and our faces began to show. Emotions that were guarded, now runs free and seem ever so comfortable at it's own pace. We began to trust so much more than we could ever, we tore down every brick we built before, and with a hammer, we smashed down barriers around us. Just as everything was going on well, we find ourselves walking into a very trap of thorns, arrows and piercing weapons. Cutting from every angle, slicing our flesh, our blood oozed out of the flesh, we cried in pain but nothing could be done, for we walked right into the wounds that could have been prevented by the shield and armor we once wore. So we ran, we ran with all our might, we ran until we could not run anymore. With every step of bloody footprints and dripping wounds, we held our breath and kept moving away; away from the place where it all taken place. Everything happened so quickly, that within moments we find ourselves collapsing on the hard earth, tearing with reasons that we could not understand. We dragged ourselves around for a while; with little strength, we breathed heavily. Time does miracles, the bleeding stopped, the pain was gone, bandages removed but scars were formed. We then returned to the very same spot where we began. Picking up the shield and sword that we left behind, we put them on and walk with no physical hurt but only pain in the memories of the scars left on our bodies. We wore armors, we held shields, we wielded swords, we built walls and barriers thicker than before. We become sharper than the eagle, tougher than the bear, swifter than the cheetahs; and slowly we moved, constantly reminding ourselves to not let loose of our guard. With our hands rubbing on the scars left on our flesh, we stiffen our jaws and gritted our teeth and walked every step with heavy breaths; fearing of the known and unknown that might strike anytime and anywhere. We walked with no openings, not realizing the chinks in the armor that could give us away..

run..

You be yourself, and I'll be me.

You run your race, and I'll run mine.

If you do fall, I'll come by.

Together we run, and we'll do just fine..

Be a warrior..

Why is it so difficult to fall in love and even more difficult to fall out of it?

Does it not bother you how everything should be but never came to be?

You run into love one day and you find yourself the luckiest person on earth, but little do you know that you are just about this close to pain, hurt, burnt and even sharp piercing coming from the sharpest weapon of all times. You think you have it all, but in fact you have not anything but just a little happiness in which could last but did not. It's like climbing a hill and falling down half way through or maybe even at the very top. Slow steps and constant efforts were put into every inch of height you climbed, but it takes only one small pebble to get you off footing and fall like a rock, back to where you started, except this time, with bruises and wounds; and probably the fear to climb that very hill again. 

So do you not climb and save all the hurt or do you climb and take the risks? The risk to either end up in the happiest place you could be, or back in where you belonged with cuts and wounds that turn into scars and never heal completely. Brave yourself, but do not be a fool. Instead, be a warrior, a warrior who believes in what he or she is doing, and goes on all the way to the end; no matter how many times he or she falls apart, or gets pounding back and forth by large swords and hammers of the enemies. A warrior runs and falls, but never stops running. A warrior goes into battle with sword drawn and armor worn, swinging his weapon with full strength. The swings may seem wild, but they were actually precise and limitless concentration was put into every swing; aiming to win over the enemy, to kill with one strike. Every warrior who goes into the battlefield they are ready to face death, but more often than not, it is their enemy that faces death instead. 

Brave yourself, but do not be a fool. For a fool puts on a fake front, and when he or she fails, he or she perishes and no longer come of existence. So be a warrior; grip your sword and face the horde of suffering and pain. Be a warrior, grit your teeth and come out swinging. 

i need..

i dream even when i do not care to. 

i think even when i do not need to.

i walk even when i do not have to.

i cry even when i do not want to.

i do things that i myself do not know why. i find myself drawing ink on a white piece of paper, not knowing the shape or even the colour i've drawn. i look into the sky, and find myself so distant away from the stars and the moon. i want to go there, i want to be closer to space. i want to fly, fly off this surface of earth and dirt, to a brand new place where nothing can touch me, nothing can hurt me. i want a lot of things, but i can only get this much, and that is reality. Sometimes, or rather, many times, we get stuffs that we do not want and we do not get the things that we want. But i guess, we do always get what we need, even at times we do not know that that very thing is what we really need. We may not want it, but we actually needed it to wake us up, or make us a stronger and better person.

we want a lot of things, but truly it is only those things that we need we get. And i guess, we should be thankful, because, if we get what we want all the time, we might end up spoilt and destroyed. But what we need will always make us a better person tomorrow and the day after and in the future. 

wonders..

I wonder how, I wonder why and I stop wondering.

Because, there is no point in doing so.

Instead, I started staring into empty space; this time, pretend to wonder, but in actual fact it is all blank in the very lobes that control my thoughts and movements. 

Very ironic it is, where I found it pointless to actually think and replaced it with an even meaningless act of "thinking". Especially on a stage with no audience or judges. 

Then I wonder how, and I wonder why, and I stop wondering..

Because, there is no point..

Am I?

Am I chasing after the wind, that comes and caress my face and disappears the next moment?

Am I following the rainbow, which it's end never seem to come to pass?

Am I running a race with no ending line drawn?

Am I walking on muddy pool, that turned out to be sinking sands, slowly sucking me in?

Am I flying in the sky, only to find myself falling like a rock with no wings?

Am I mesmerized by the sun and it's sheer brightness, only to find myself blind the very next second?

Am I jumping on concrete ground with no shoes on, bleeding away with wounds and scratches on my feet?

Am I stupid?

yes..

Love..

Now these three remain - faith, love and hope; but the greatest of them all is love. 

I can say so much about love and describe it so well with words. But nothing compares to this; when love is put up to compete on the same platform as faith and hope, it stood out as the winner. That proves it all. As I have always said, with love comes life. Live a life with love and your life will not just be a living or existence, but more than that, it truly becomes a life in a life itself.

Love never fails..

Hiding place

I have found myself a hiding place

I have found myself a secret space

In the shelter of Amighty's love

In the safety of the Saviour's arms

I will run to the hiding place

I will run to the hiding place

Draw me ever closer to look upon Your face

I will run to the hiding place

I have found myself a hiding place

I have found myself a secret space

In the refuge of the Father's care

In the cleansing blood of Jesus there

I will run to the hiding place

I will run to the hiding place

Draw me ever closer to look upon Your face

I will run to the hiding place

Though my fear may overwhelm me

And troubles, they surround

Though

The wind rise up to take me

My hiding place is already found

I have found myself a hiding place

I have found myself a secret space

In the shelter of Amighty's love

In the safety of the Saviour's arms

Oh, wanna look upon Your face

I will run to the hiding place

....

When we were kids, we did not have much to bother with. We run as we like, we talk as we like, we even do whatever that pleases us without giving a single care or worry to the consequences of our actions. 

Then we grew older. We start to care about our appearance, what we do in public, whether it will cause us to be embarrassed, or how people looked at us in every aspect of our lives. We became so self conscious that we think more than twice before we say a word or get involve in certain things.

And just about time when we were feeling so tied down by what other people sees of us, someone comes along in our lives and sweep our feet away. We fell in like, then we chose to love the very person. Then our actions began to be focus on that very person; whether he or she likes how we dressed, or whether we embarrassed ourselves in front of them. Slowly, we began to be so oblivious to the people around us. And when we started going out with the very person we fell in love with, nothing else seems to matter anymore. What people say about you, what people think about you, because all that we care is what the very person side by side with us, holding our hands think about us. All we ever want is to be the hero in the person's eyes. 

Then along the way, we fall from cloud nine to ground zero. We got our hearts' broken, we ran into a wall, and everything shattered into pieces. And life feels like shit because all these while, we were so focus on impressing the very person we loved and now he or she is gone. 

After awhile, we began to pick ourselves up and tell ourselves that our lives are more than just this. So we began getting ourselves involved in activities, keeping ourselves busy, believing that we were moving on, not knowing that all these things are nothing but just distractions. A temporary painkiller that do not last. We try our very best to make ourselves tired to the point where we would not need to drown ourselves to sleep with tears, but it never worked. Then we talked to people; people that seemed to know more than us about all these. As we began to feel that we were getting better, we broke down again, only to find that the only way to get through this is by ourselves. 

And now I look up into the sky and say "help me." . Because I know I cannot do this alone, not without You, not without Your great power and strength. Help me. For as much as I can help myself, i am not strong enough..