My Sanctuary...

Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...

Monday, March 22, 2010

When falter and we start to fall...An Opinion



Sad, when we wake up in the morning and realize that things are not supposedly what we have hoped for...or even what we have prayed for. Ironic, but we start to ask ourselves. Where have I gone wrong? Or, what have I done wrong? Or, is there anything wrong in the first place? Then, we find ourselves in deep oblivion, thinking and thinking and thinking, not knowing what to do, or how to make amends of whatever is wrong. Sad - in its simplest meaning - sad that there is no way out, sad - that ourselves are trapped in this great uncertainty. Perhaps, I should go back to sleep and then I can find reality in my sleep.
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"Then, we find ourselves in deep oblivion, thinking and thinking and thinking, not knowing what to do, or how to make amends of whatever is wrong."

Pity to those who have felt sadness, emptiness and solitude and cannot even find comfort in their fluffy bed. It is too awkward to look at someone's eyes and you can see that bitterness that reaches deep within the soul. Will be there any consolation at the end of this race? Or is there any race at all? Maybe, these are just plain social constructs which was created and later on was made as a scarecrow to frighten every soul.
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"Will be there any consolation at the end of this race? Or is there any race at all?"
But why do we have to put up with this when we can say - enough?! Surely, there will always be a way out. There will always be a light at the end of a dark tunnel. We just cannot allow ourselves to falter and then stumble and eventually fall in this great fright which we know we can face. There is no better way than to face bravely every strife and stand up and fight. Each of us has been born to be a revolutionary. Each of us has this instinct which allows us to fight instead of fleeing. We are born to have feet so we can stand and fight back rather than fly just like the crows who got frightened by scarecrows. Think about it - life itself is a battle which we have to endure. There is no other best thing than standing at the end of the day winning your battle.
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"We are born to have feet so we can stand and fight back rather than fly just like the crows who got frightened by scarecrows."
To everyone, think of winning, think not just of surviving but beating all odds. There is no room for defeat in this world. Because, at the end of the day, it is our own selves who will become judges of our own lives - and we justify our existence. Carpe Diem!

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