Time

Time: a matter of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years... We tend to look at time as something irrelevant rather than unique. It seeks its way to always retell what we could’ve been. It reminds us of our past, deepest secrets and fears. Time, doesn’t wait for no one and tends to always pass by quick. We are so cut up in the moment to actually realize that the best is yet to come. Have you ever wondered how life will turn out to be?

Eccentric, outrageous, wild, unwise… That’s what teenagers have made society believe. Obscured souls trying to find a path. A light in the middle of the darkness and a voice that welcomes them into the glory high up in the skies.  I guess I’ve always been different. Even misunderstood; I shall say! I’ve been the intellectual one and quite awkward around my friends. Maybe it’s the way we interpret things in life or just how we imagine they should be. Up to this point I still don’t know how we haven’t given up yet. How dreams still have meanings and how we hope everything soon will be “okay”.

Society has put too much pressure on people. Sooner or later we recognize that we are just a victim of our own minds. Time again seems to pass by slow but you don’t hear any complains.  We are living a beautiful chaos full of drama, desperation and hate. Hate of what we have become. Hate of the end of a childhood and memories that we shall cherish till the very last second of breath. Hate of the world we live in, where no one seems to understand what hides inside our heads. Desperation flows in our veins. We are in urgent need to find the answer to those questions that keep us up at night. But just in case somebody asks “I just want to sleep” appears to be the perfect excuse to don’t talk.

It’s fascinating how things have changed over time! Almost as if there is a war between remembering and forgetting. I ask myself, why is it so hard. I mean, why don’t people understand that there's so much more to life, that it just simply takes time! 

I had an old friend that used to be tired very often. I remember how we used to talk and tell me all sorts of awful and dreadful things. How life has always been unfair and how he has given up on his dreams. One day he really surprised me! He just left without even saying goodbye. I guess he was really tired and wanted to sleep for a while. But even if we no longer talk, I know he’s good now. I know he’s somewhere smiling back at me when he reads this few lines I’ve wrote about him. I also know he doesn’t live that far; after all we are under the same sky. Life can show no mercy, it can tear your soul apart, it can make you feel like you’ve gone crazy, but you’re not. So no matter what the outcome is, never ever give up.

Without those moments in life when nothing goes right, and everything seems to be against you, the brief, yet vibrant instances of true happiness and satisfaction that everyone experiences at least sometimes, would mean nothing. It’s not how much you take, is how much it’s given; and we give the best that we got because time is momentarily and very few things in life last forever. You treasure every opportunity it’s given. We learn from our mistakes, from our flaws and imperfections. We learn from others and their typical human nature. We are one voice. We are united. We are who we are. We are our own saviors. We are unique and on occasions very hard to understand. The mind is a powerful weapon and we should learn how to use it wisely.

All of a sudden, everything felt calm and a harmony of peaceful melodies ran through my heart. I was in a land of my own admiring the view and watching people laugh. The simple joy of loving. The warm feeling of a smile. I’ve never felt so pleasant in my life. But I know it won’t matter after all, I can’t change the world on my own. We think about tomorrow then it slips away, we talk about forever but we’ve only got today. Life is short, to leave important words unsaid but, I’m just the struggling writer with too much to say.

Get a Life

Wake up with the feeling that the whole world got you down. Pressure that keeps building got you dragging on the ground. Chaos keeps on losing in no answers to be found for what you are feeling now.

Danger that surrounds, it gets worse here every day. Criminals in power want to take your right away. Never hear you protest, they won’t have you have your say.

But you don’t try, sit there and whine about your decline. I think it is a pathetic sort of life you choose. Methods abused, solutions refused, good for you but some day you will lose your life.

Without even giving it a try depression is the only thing you will find. Give it one chance before you die; just got one day to get a life.

Every day procrastinate, you won’t get very fast. Listen to religion try and tell you who you are. Marionettes on TV sets parade across your screen, but you don’t know what it all means. Think there is no point in trying to get up each day. When problems are there to confound, only speed your slow decay. Future is relegated to be a bland pathetic waist because you can’t find a better way.

Know you will never make it; you don’t even want to try. Waiting for the day when you can curl up and die. No one is going to listen, the world is out to get you. Blame anyone you want, you get the life you choose. When are you going to get a clue? No one’s going to wait for you. Only you can make it all come true.

A never-ending struggle but one day you’ll see the light. May not think you’ll make it, don’t give up without a fight. Stay fast to aspirations of what you think is right and fight on with all your might.

Bullets or Butterflies

No so long ago I was assigned to write about this specific quote: “words can be bullets or butterflies”. I have to admit, I was quite fascinated to actually write and express my thoughts towards this given quote. Many ideas came to my mind and I was exploding with eager to finally write.

1.   A bullet, representing external harm yet, also the internal damage words can cause.

2.    A butterfly, representing beauty and its delicate ability to always soften the words used.

This is my perspective and understanding of the quote.

Personally, I believe words have such a huge impact on society today. Some people talk without even thinking, others think too much, some are just afraid, while other can’t speak at all. I think it is sad. The fact is that we don’t truly say what we feel, not because we don’t want to, but because we don’t know how to. We are so afraid of always being wrong. But if you go back to the quote and really start to think, butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are just like that as well. When you truly take time and listen with the ears of your heart you’ll be surprised of the delightful, yet at the same time horrendous things you might hear. 

I took a quest myself and I listened beyond the ordinary routine of everyday’s life.

People… you, me us. That’s what forms a nation of thousands of voices wanting to be heard. I can clearly remember the story of one of my friends. We’ve always been together since before Pre-K. One day he was desperate and could barely talk. I told him to relax, and that everything would be okay. He finally managed to settle himself down and he just let everything out. He recently came out to his parents and told them he was gay. It took him a lot of courage but his parents didn’t take it so well. Now he’s a sophomore in college and his parents demanded he had to move out. Words can leave scars and cuts the naked eye can’t see. Why waste a second not loving who you are? Those little imperfections make you beautiful, lovable, and valuable, they show your personality inside your heart, reflecting who you are.

One late afternoon I decided to go for a walk. I was near the park and I saw a couple arguing for an unknown cause. I didn’t want to eavesdrop but I was quite curious to know what the deal was! I could hear screams from like a mile behind me. I guess he really hurt her because she burst into tears. He just walked away and left her there alone without even saying a word. I think everybody at least once has been heartbroken like that. Then, I suddenly realized, sometimes the person you’d take a bullet for, ends up being the one behind the gun. I felt terrible for this lady. It seemed like he really hurt her and I could see the pain in her eyes. I guess all that’s left is wait for the best, because tomorrow will always be a brighter day!

A few days past by and after a long day I decided to relax for a while. I turned the T.V on and the very first thing that came up was a documentary about the previous war in Syria. I have to admit it actually did get me feeling quite depressed. Just the fact that people were being killed and harmless children had to die. Peace is not something you wish for, it’s something you make. Something you do. Something you are. Something you give away! While you sit around thinking about what you can’t change and worrying about all the wrong things, time’s flying by, moving so fast. You better make it count because you can’t get it back. So, I ask myself; “why fight against countries? Why kill more men?” some bullets can be superficial while others can kill you to death.

The next morning I got up and I went to school like any other regular day. I got there and I walked into to the bathroom just to fix my hair. I saw a girl starring back at the mirror not happy with the reflection she saw. I thought she was beautiful right away, but it seems she doesn’t feel the same way. She finds color in the darkest places. She finds beauty in the saddest of faces. She dances in spite of the fact that she’s different. I didn’t know her but either way I went up to her and said: “Darling, open your eyes. You are not made up of those words that hurt you. Or that number on the scale. Or the expectation you feel you will never meet. You are made up of nothing more than you. You are a lovely and complex. No other is beautiful as you. Look past the mirror. Look at your soul. Only then, you’ll see yourself as how you truly are. Beautiful! So, smile and don’t forget to love yourself” I really hope I made her day. I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness to others.

I love this crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful, beautiful life. “It’s only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential, is invisible to the eye”.