Saturday, February 26, 2011

Blue skies seem like a distant memory
The storm has come and stayed like an unwanted guest
The wind sings through the windows

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Self

The Self is your greatest friend.
It is your greatest enemy.
The Self always understands, but when it doesn't it always give reason to go ahead.
The Self does not take blame, but gives guilt.
It takes pride and gives strength.
In moments of deceit and failure, the Self gives pity.
In moments of victory and conquest, the Self takes credit.
One can never be without the Self.
Even in moments of silence and loneliness, the Self always speaks.
In times of madness, the Self always expresses.

Very few times in our lives do we come face to face with our Self. More often then not, we close our eyes and march on with our heads down in shame... or heads held high but our eyes closed. Our greatest fears are not of what lurks around us, but of what lurks inside.

To stand beside our Self, is to be truly our self.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

What we are, in reality is very different from what we see ourselves to be. In moments of our greatest weakness, we come to understand the meaning of strength. In moments of our greatest confusion, the voice inside becomes very clear.

It's strange that at one moment we can stand apart and judge our own being for a crime, yet forget that in the darkest moment, we were the ones who provided reason and comfort for murder. In a passing moment of righteousness, we all forget the moment in time where the guard was down and the mind was fragile and crumbling.

All our misguided philosophies and our misplaced thoughts of freedom, cannot save us from what we truly are... Human. I am yet to meet a man who has stopped pretending to be God and accept himself. We shall forever fail in running away from ourselves, but we shall never stop running. Because the Self is ugly. And we believe that we are too beautiful for the truth.

But as hard as it is to BE human, it is yet harder to accept that the person in front of us IS human. In all flesh and bone. In all thought and action. In all mystery and simplicity. Just human.