Care As I Imagined

The capacity to care is what gives life its greatest significance*. The selfless attitude should dwell in every hearts and minds no matter what situation may bring into a cause, to risk for someone is a priceless magnitude of compassion. To listen hardly, patiently and unconditionally without foreseeing anything in return, for human drama is inevitable by facts.

But sometimes, no matter how much you care, some people don't care back. They only exist when there's a need on the hand, and the need is for you to perfect and fulfill. Once granted you are back to being a stranger again, and there is no mental picture of when you will be discerned next... just grab the false hope and trash the feelings later.

Once you cared though, some people drag your soul as if you owe them all the cares in the world. They often fail to recall that you too have your own life to preserve, to direct and to foster. They refuse to habituate things they cannot accept, what vital is that the bliss is for them to sum, and just for you to applaud.

Caring should not be less expressed or overdone, it also has its proper gauge. It also has the right perspective to whom it should be given completely, and to whom it should be half-shared...no matter how people responds to it.

To please everyone is unimaginable thought and to lose track of your purpose just to keep this insensitive idea will only lead to a hapless reality that you really cannot make it and no one will.

The strength of any soul is not shaped to make a change that will only last in hours or minutes. It is made to root life to endure, even if there is nothing else to keep, and no one left to be with.

The Sharp Edge of Life

Are we mice or are we men? Are we wimps or are we women?** Only in the obscurity of life when we see that beacon of hope, a flare that help us realize the revealed truth of our existence.

The reality of our humanity is ill-treated, un-orthodoxed. Exploited, not benefited. Answers are given when the world is hated, and there are crystals waiting to be redeemed and discovered.

We did not start standing in the podium of pride divulging our identity, intelligence and abundance, nor will even end-up in a mortified condition of self-pity. When we came to our senses, we are the arresting figure of our own choice.

The calibration of our performance is not judged in the human eye, but only in the fathom of the Divine.