Muffled

Ideas and words are popping up everywhere in my head,

Yet there is none to talk and share with.

During the deep slumber I tossed and turned in dread,

Fearing the loss of memory will become the truth

I can no longer erase or retrace. 

A Gigantic Dwarf

Taking the illusion of a conjecture as the authentic object is like trying to walk on the beautiful white clouds without knowing the danger of it.

You think you feel it but you do not get the sense of it.
You believe you know it but you have no clue.
You talk as if you understand it but you can never describe it perfectly.


Imagine that you are now standing on a layer of ice and when it cracks, you also fall deep under into the ocean. The layer of ice is like the illusion you see in front of you. You thought that it looks like what you have seen on the surface but actually it has something more to it, something that will break you down entirely or pull you into a realm of bewilderment. It's an intriguing, a glamorous and a glistening thing that bewitches your mind, spirit, and sometimes, even your heart. This thing is what I called, smug. Isn't it interesting that this word seems to be implying that someone who behaves so is a total fool or dupe who does not notice his/her defects?

If we don't want to slip into the icy hole and freeze ourselves, we'll have to scrutinize the thing we see and make sure that it is not another conjecture we are making.  We have to be really sure before we say something, do something, or make comment about something. We are not the Omniscient God, who knows the answer to all things. We'll just have to be more careful and humbler so that we can still fly on the cloud without taking a false step and drop to the ground painfully into eternity.

A dwarf like us can be a giant that embraces the entire view of the world, and never worries the tripping over a pitfall because we have the ability to cover the tiny holes with our enormous minds.

Mistaken Mortals

Emotions are for the use of real humans.

Last night, in a singing contest, there were a lot of great skillful participants who sang their self-chosen songs. However, among them there were also a big difference between human beings and machines, respectively the group of people who sang with real feelings and the other one who made out melodic sounds of no deep-under emotions. That is such a pity.



While hearing some of the robots sang, I felt my emotion and heart being stranded in the middle of my chest, feeling barely relaxed and touched by their seemingly rhythmic voices, coming out all from the same hollowed and empty hole. My question and suspicion began to appear clear in sight: what were they thinking when they lied to us and themselves, saying that they are good singers?

The cold, hard fact is that they can never actually be called singers but skillful machines who only knew to imitate the highly professional knacks of singing while they forgot to dig their hearts out whenever they sing. Humming or singing, to some, may be easy.
However, without really knowing the lyrics and emotions underlying the song, you are just yet again mustering up an enormous proportion of courage to claim brazenly that you understand the meaning of singing or simply expressing yourself with melodies and words.

Appreciation or Depreciation

Is it that what you hear are all the resounding of true justice?

Is it that what you see are all formed of crystal authenticity?


Is it that what you believe in is the unity of a real sublime faith?

Sometimes what we see, hear and believe in are all but an illusion that does not represent the creed of this world.
Sometimes, what we thought to be right becomes wrong.
Sometimes, we have gone so far just to find that we mistakenly take the false as the just.
Oftentimes, we are just using our own subjective perspective to view the world.

Nothing in this world can be seen as objective because this is a world saturated by the opinions of different people.

All we can do is to find a balance between it and advocate the one that would not harm others.
It is never wrong to hold a disparate conception than others but it will become vicious when we try to put our own viewpoints on others and force them to accept the same.

The world just need some break, patience, toleration, warmth, and love.

And how far will you try to support it?

Heading to Maturity

Every once in a while, we fail to achieve something due to, either, some reasons or without cause.
However, we should never give ourselves up or forsake the chance to try again.


Failure, sometimes, as others often say, is the path to success, but, to me, it's more like the process of growing up and learning to become a real grownup. Nonetheless, it does not mean that when you face more failures and setbacks, you would more likely become a mature adult.
If you fall to the ground every time but never try to grasp the opportunity to get up from the ground, how are you supposed to know how to walk?
If you are being said to have reading or speaking disorder, and therefore stopped talking or learning, you are then probably going to end up wordless.
This is the same as facing the difficulties and frustrations in life. If we are caught up in a forest and refuse to walk out of it trying as hard as we could, we might just end up dying there. Therefore, whenever we are stranded in misery, we should always exert our effort to climb out of the gorge instead of staying there waiting for support or believing that one day we will eventually get out there without any reason.

So, seriously speaking, it is the failure and our own endeavor that make us grow strongly and virtuously.

Having one of them rather than both of them will only take us to either ignorance or arrogance.

 

Mystery

 

Life is like a journey on a train.



There are times when you see a world of colors and beauties.
There are times when you have to go through tunnels enveloped by darkness and mist.

When you pass through the tunnel, looking behind you is a place cold and black, but sitting ahead is a wonderland full of hope and light.
When you are in the low tide of life, never ever look back and go back, for you'll never get to see the bright sky and warm sun again in life.


There's just so many words to type but never can I get them right...
Isn't that the same as life?
So many things in life but not all of them are fine...