Nature's noisy, as are people. Reality never seems kind nor cruel it simply shows you what things are, were and possibly would be. To each their own and their paths in life towards the unknown and yet magnificiently exciting.
We Do not Choose Our Career's, We are engulf by it. So, be wary of what you choose to engulf thineself in.
A thought becomes action. An action becomes habit. A habit becomes character. And What Your Character shall be your Destiny. So choose your thoughts too warily. Let the thoughts that you want always engulf your mind.
Life has never been simple nor was it ever difficult to begin with. Life has always been what life is, and yet we drunken ourselves in thoughts and ideals that just seems to make life that much more difficult to live through. Life is but a wonderful journey, you write your own story as you go along. Yet many never realize that they hold the Quill of Thought and the Ink of Action to write the story.
The end shall always be the the unseen horizon, tomorrow on the other hand never comes. At the very least, instead of looking for the horizon, we could at least see the paths that are directly ahead of us.
Reach that end first, then proceed to the next. Yet sometimes we drift away from our Journey, the medows on the side, the shades of the cool apple tree, we drown ourselves in surrealism just to please ourselves. Yet this is but only one path, though unknown but it leads still into the darker path down the mountain.
The world is beautiful and so are we. Yet ugly still are those through mind and heart. Hurtful it is, yet truth be told, many see not the heart but the outlooks of an empty vessel. Beautiful it is, yet rotting inside of a shallow drum. But nay, as the poppy field so beautiful it is, yet many never realize of what it is. Fallen has many to the traps of the haunted.
And yet exists those who save them still, despite of the Bloody Thorns around the Tricked Rose. Bleed I shall and bleed more will I. The path we are on are high on the edges of Mountains. Bled the Caring, Injured the Understanding and smited the willing. Yet to death shall he hold on the thorns that whip at him still.
The world is beautiful still with many abound. And the Saviours shall die and endless death.
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Oi too deep lah...my brain already hurts from a whole week of work, now hurt even more after trying to read this post...on a Sunday sommore
ReplyDeleteTake some funny pics of yourself surrounded by scantily clad girls in a fun environment and be done with it. Sure get hits like crazy one like that Kenny Sia guy! :P
It's meant to be deep >< just one of those moments XD
ReplyDeleteDun worry the next posts shall be of crazyness :P