(Repost) Some Thoughts In the Desire to End the Day

I suddenly asked myself why fate has molded me to become someone I am right now.  I began to think that it might be a curse to always have a need to understand others. That it might be an oblivious mistake to analyze how everything in this world takes its turn. I suddenly wondered why I always have the urge to be rationally different. But then, why would I question this gift that only a few do possess?

Thoughts of mine have been playing around for some time now but nobody has ever tried to catch them with their bare hands.  None around would want to take dirt for once and wash them off with what it could really have.  Nonetheless, I never and will never try to beg anyone for that.

For as long as I am individually-worthwhile, I will never falter. I’ll keep my eyes straight.  I’ll listen, but not to everybody. I’ll take chances, but not on every second.  I’ll change, but only for me.

Maybe, in the extinction of my kind, just maybe, it could have been a better place for those people who just couldn’t get a grasp of what is real. For those people who keep on living in a world of lies and conformity and hesitation to be scarred by the truth. People who were just blinded by what time dictates. People claiming that the gods elsewhere applauded their undiluted principles. Then, if heaven will be filled with those, what’s the desire to go there?

However, I am so much sorry to proudly reveal this to all of you- We multiply. And before you know it, we are sitting next to you. Beware. Because as you know, we bite.

** Its never a mistake to try to take a sniff outside**

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