edge crosser 2: The Answers

Countless and listed beliefs coating the world and so as the human entity… living, idle or dying in the minds and in the hearts. To believe or not to believe is existing constantly, every day and in every possible ways. To confide, to question or to loathe in the “existence” is a thought of perfection that works for anybody, in temporal or sacred habits. The indifference gaps the consideration of the reception, and it’s not education but the mutuality to accept only matures a person. It does contribute, and the questioning never stop until the answers are found not only for each own ease but to advantage the entirety and with it we are just starting to know men.

They are numerous, some are losing and others are growing. Indolence is inevitable and who matters are not those who just say they believe but rather those who dare to prove it.

When all things are done sacredly, flaws can be seen easily. While on our way through our self-designed road to a promised blessedness, we overlook some paths taken by the others for a fear we might get lost. And when these are ignored, that is when we are lost. Understanding does not necessarily mean submitting, tolerance is not all about embracing.

We all live socially, even inside our family. Self-centeredness can be infinity if we don’t dare open our door to reality. Our practices can be our life; it builds us or destroys us if we refuse to glance what’s on the outside. They are threat as they warned, but they could be the peace that we really seek. They said things should always be like this, follow that and never to piss. There are rules, the do’s and dont’s, and much of these your head will start to pose. Head will spin, heart gets heavy, and later realize, faith is in the conscience you keep.

The world is us; and if we try to change it, it should first start from us. To know what is within is where it should begin and what happens next let time take the spin. Strange all are we; among family and friends, and stranger we’ll always be if not seen and embraced sincerely. The society, community and the family around, they all live with us but not inside us. We filter standards and we filter people, and later find ourselves drained by our own self-principle.

Fenced inside our limits; so high, tough and barbed, coated by our values and blinded from the facts. A sharpened ground of faith that hates with soul standing ill, perceived as one of those who have the saddest of all fate.

skids from the edge

We lose things and people when we less value them and see their imperfections more.
The idea of doing things for the others may have been given to everybody since the dawn of men, but the act of doing were only realized by a very few somebody.

Should I give credits to a feigned kindness to debit a fraction of my soul?

I will be in silence to forbear the loudness of thy flaws, and I will whisper If I can take it no more.

We fish on the lake to get the catch we want. Should we dwell to wait in patience, or rush ourselves to luck?

A change of heart is when our faith on things, on the others and to ourselves, changed. How long can we be faithful?

Don't let anyone's pretentious wit drag you to perplexity.

Me: dear Self, I am sorry
Self: it's ok, you're forgiven
Me: thank you
Self: the next time you apologize, make it early
Me: *smile*

Life’s constant trials always give us an evaluation of what's left in our sanity afterwards.

It is utterly rough to be a friend with people we perceived only as our inferior followers.

Let’s be serious over a cup of coffee and be jolly over a glass of wine.

One’s silence holds more truth than the noise the other one makes.

No amount of clever lies can wound a single naive truth.

As the world gets louder, some loses their character. While the truth is out of nowhere, false believers grew closer and very few remain a seeker.

Scale yourself evenly against life and you will never say it’s unfair.

We sometimes submit ourselves to foolishness just to fill-up our own emptiness.

Somewhere over the rainbow is nothing but a place called sky.

The show of the world is to fail its dissatisfied citizens with thousands of things it offers yet it cannot afford to fill.

A funny valentine could mean a date with a clown.

Life could be so typically ordinary if you less risk because you hesitate more, and you know less but fear more about yourself.

For several times I crossed bridges with the other end of it is missing, or nothing. And I walked back.

I wish I can afford to buy over-priced flattery sold by cheap people.

I can afford a below-minimum wage living but definitely not the thinking. I can dream!

We all wish the best for the others but seldom take part to make it come true.

And you think a falling star will notice your wish if it falls that fast?

You should understand your prayers more, than memorize them.

The joy of doing something is far more sensible than having the fun of almost everything.

Never put too much effort in fun, nor even fall in love with it because literally,  it's just fun!

Fun never fills an empty space inside anyone, it always stay on the surface.

People mask themselves of fun if they sometimes lose their face of joy.

And you will learn that laughter is not genuine happiness, intelligence is not success, camaraderie works best if less and tears dries out only if it flow.

I was once starved enough to swallow a flattery, my heart got sick and my spirit near lapsed.

The incapacity to love is the advantage of hesitation. To refuse a chance is a marriage to misery.

Love has its own strange language only two people understand and the others don't.

Good memories with friends were written with the ink of sincerity, from the pen's tip of respect, and by a gentle hand of understanding.

Some sadness are self-made.

I'm too afraid to know what's in Chicken Soup for the "Chicken" Soul.

Every time I think about how the bees work hard for a honey, it makes me like Mondays.

I'm a priceless soul occasionally on sale.

It's when I started to become stubborn I finally learn.

Some people couldn't compromise a small amount of honesty even if it would cost them a huge loss of trust later.

Let's pile-up  good memories with people and we will always be missed.

Should I consider myself versatile if I enjoy some spiritual moment of godlessness for awhile?

I have to stop walking if the road I'm taking is achingly tiring going on circling.

Repeated mistakes are made by people who completely misunderstood their lessons.

I find myself sometimes in a painful battle in keeping a bottle of my own wine morals and yes, it's good for my heart.

The intolerant always blame the world of his lack,  to people and his self  he feebly makes a mock.

Flattery is like a fragmented sentence of adjectives, no verbs. When conjugated with sense it appears like a riddle of endless guessing. But words of bare sincerity does not only make a good story line, but a song.

I know I can't keep on crossing my fingers if the law of murphy takes effect.

We make our own rules and later break them. Then be our own judge as well!

There is no need for a cheat on a love game. You want to win, you exit the play.

Some people just fall into their own worth, and not in love.

Easy to deny things that we resent, and always brag on things that we misrepresent.

Isn't it tiring to keep on running in our own circle of mistakes?

Sometimes we need to learn our lessons seriously on people who never take us seriously.

Don't satisfy people who starve you. You may not serve them the same dish they offer you, go feed them but not as much as you do.

Unhappiness is a product of wrong choices and reactions in life, and not as a strike of situation we need to swallow and consider it a strife.

The only people who really understand you are those who uses their ears and not their mouth to listen to you.

In love we allow ourselves to be stupid and abused sometimes. Then later be awakened by a pinch of reality telling us to let go and get a new hair cut, and a new love.

The only people who deserve honesty are those who can afford to give it back.

Love needs no painful persuasion, nor consideration out of sympathy. We all need to be really and not trying hard to be in-love.

Why give people a cake of your time if they can only afford you a crumb of theirs?

It is not necessary to take a single step on taking chances with people if we knew in the first place we can't reach and meet them half-way.

No matter how long and rocky the road we're traveling, we must always take time to look back. We might have dropped or left something behind as we passed some humps and bumps.

We always overlook the others' importance if we are too much coated with our own arrogance.

... more to come still under moderation.

Updated 07 July 2012

La Ignorancia no es una Excusa (Ignorance is not an Excuse)

The humankind, or let me just say the human race since not all human are kind, it's where ignorance are broadly practiced if an event or an individual is harshly trivialized by some people who are rooted with anger, jealousy and mostly, self-centeredness. This is an intolerable mischief.

Education, and more education? Frames of MA's, PHD's hanging in their living room aren't sufficient enough confirmation that their judgment are fair and they are better than anyone else. People are wearing themselves out to earn more degree in a false hope to reach a higher degree of recognition and awards, yet they become too critical forgetting considerations, and exceedingly distant to understand the simplicity of things that made some of them in the lowest status in the society, ostracized. Intelligence is what they possess, but still they can be ignorant…they only care for things on their level, and not to all.

Let’s Party! You forgot knowing yourself more because you we’re too intoxicated last night and could be again tonight…and what matters is where the crowd hangs-out next and what's the latest happenings and stories about the others that might make you resent and feel sorry to yourself again, and again…and again. “I fastened myself to the world, to all the things it offers and to everyone I really don’t like, and with this I believe I know better…I’m in the world, I know its pains and joys!” Yes it’s their world; a place of restlessness… and maturity is measured on the amount of consumed liquors per day or week, countless sleepless nights and lots of “I wish”. Deadened hearts and minds, they can still be ignorant…they only care for pleasures.

“Come with me to the light and you will have salvation…TCH!” Dogmatists have no place in this world. They have mastered the doctrines, habitually present in every meeting, but where are their minds really? Humans with hearts made of unadulterated prejudices, addicted to miracles as well as obsessed on social acceptance and flatteries, their minds are nowhere to be seen anymore…not even by them. They’re vainly trying hard to save others souls through prayers sealed in an envelope, with scripted chants repeated endlessly to the gods of heavens as if those are hearing impaired and without knowing the prayer of an ant is effective than theirs. Rapid conclusion, that’s what their purpose is. They sentence anyone faster than a lightning without consulting their countenance in the mirror. They can still be ignorant, and mostly they are…for they only care is how to look perfect and sacred...and that's all.

Eyes and ears perceived things, your thoughts can dwindle anytime to execute pain or joy to anyone with a big help from your speech. But if such speech is engulfed with shallow observations, architected with hate and jealousy and not by facts and fairness… you better be mute for life rather than quacking your decency and parading your imbecile ness in the affairs. As the tongue of your judgment spread malice persistently, your thought is going to where those words reach as well, and you too made an impression of yourself…made you even worst than the subject you degrade.

Too much recognition, pleasures and righteousness prop-up nothing but divisions between men… families and friends, and the knowledge for the root of things were deprived. Ignorance is indeed the top of the game they play and not just those they really enjoy in a great deal, and they prefer it that way. They live their lives based on the world’s checklists, and manipulate those surrounding them to achieve fame. If the laziness to investigate truth should also come with the laziness to cast out opinion easily, then there will be no offense…and no more excuses.

edge crosser

There are hundreds of faiths that are known to men nowadays, and it plays a major position in every race, nation and mostly individual, shaping a character and identity. But how much are they practiced? Does being too religious means striving for perfection and happiness? Or being more distant to others who do not share the same belief? How much does our religion contribute in shaping us being a better person? Have we ever questioned the world on facts out of our own conscience and understanding? Are we already content to what we believed and taught to us since we’re kids? How much do we really know?

There are thousands of religious practices in the world and most people are considering it a fraction of their lives. Some are devoted and the others are not. But how can we distinguish the sincerity and single out the indolence?

Sacredly doing things from what we believe may bring peace and a sense of perfection in our existence. But from this, do we underline ourselves from others who are doing differently? Are we seeing them as unlikely by admonishing their faults and proving ourselves spotless? How do we really see them beyond the boundaries of our faith?

As we sharpened our subsistence and remain valid in the society, we might have also barbed our insights limited to what we only perceive. How long do we remain centered in our lives without crossing the edge of our practices and examine what those are outside? Are we strong enough to understand and accept? Or perplexed to be shaken from our faith and lose ourselves? Your faith does really lie where?

The world is big enough for us to understand. But while we are sitting on our couch, watching the changes, the happenings and witnessing earth’s episodes in our eyes, our own world is exactly where we are placed. With our family, friends or even alone, we stretch our life to what we have for that moment. Are we also seeing others strangely? Do we remain intact to ourselves, preserving our virtues yet being unmindful to those who are improbable to our society, community or even family?

Can we afford to look into anyone’s eyes with understanding and compassion, and not seeing them through the sharp tongues of bigotry and hate of the others? How much do we sharpen the edge of our grounds? As we try to cross over our borderline, does it wound us?

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.