We wish upon the stars because at times, we see part of ourselves in them. The way they sparkle, the way they glow and shimmer like diamonds as the sky glazes on them with the essence of the luminously dark spell it binds the universe with, I think that is also how humans shine. Humans shine through their souls because that is where the stars exist. Each soul has its own capacity to outshine another or instead, glow together with. Each soul is a fragment of a larger soul, a form that provides a life of its own, encircling all other entities into a thread that forms one whole entity. Our souls are part of a bigger life-form, a certain type of existence. Just like how the stars form part of the sky, the moon and all the celestial bodies floating within the deep sea of the universe, our souls are part of a bigger source that binds us into a complete one. We are all one and of the same being.
Sometimes, I feel …
That you might just be a voice from another end of a long tunnel
Lost somewhere inside a vague dream, playing senseless inside my head
While your hand must have tried to reach for me,
I am sorry that I ignored and let you slip away
Inside the dark currents of my nightmares
I hear your endless cries being washed away
And your voice faltering into the dim silence of my dreams.
I heard him say to me that heaven was inside his heart and inside the depths of his soul. All one has to do was to reach deep inside their minds and clear their thoughts into something as pure as the crystals reflecting off onto the ocean when the sun sets. Then the gates of heaven would open before us, beckon us to a world with no sorrow and no pain but that of relief, of ever-flowing sunlight caressing our skins and our hearts. There would be fresh water dispersing into trails of gushing stream, tickling the soles of our feet as we dip ourselves under its fresh clear body. Sadly, he realized too soon that his heaven was only a figment of the mind, a fickle shard of light that disappeared as soon as his eyes opened. He discovered in utter despair that his heaven was no heaven but a dream with no roads and no return.
He had too much faith in finding happiness on his own.
The flowers have bloomed, their petals dancing delicately against the warm flowing breeze. The emerald leaves spring forth from their sturdy branches, painting shadows on the soft brown earth. The sparrows sing their songs in the morning, their gleeful melody trailing along swirling pathways and colorful gardens. The first signs of Spring are here – a symbol of birth, a time for a new beginning.
In our lives, we may go through perilous journeys, fighting monsters and demons of the material world, battling obstacles as we tread deeper into the shadows. However, all is not darkness if we believe in the power of faith. There will always be light at the end of the tunnel. Darkness exists because there is light. Where there is light, there is no darkness. Light is the oxymoron to darkness. Light is our flaming torch, our weapon to defeat the darkness. Light is hope, faith and anticipation. Darkness is misery, despair and anguish.
Cast the darkness of your heart away and let this be a new beginning. Invigorate yourself with positive vibes; remove the past from your conscience and do not let it be a daily reminder of your anguish and regrets. Do not let your fears and doubts pull you down or stop you from heading towards where you are set to arrive at.
A new journey awaits you- a journey towards a future, to which there is no answer but to which, once must possess a sense of hope and, a thrill of adventure in encountering it. Just as how the season of Spring brings forth a time for rebirth, fill your mind with a freshness, like that of the lucid purity of freshly laden snow or of rich flowing water streaming in abundance as it glitters in tiny bright crystals beneath the calm soothing sunshine.
Turning through the pages of my book of life, I observe and reminisce about how much times have changed. I look back at the experiences that have shaped me throughout my life into becoming who I am today. The quote, “Who am I is an answer to which there is no clear answer” rings true to my ears. I do not know where fate continues to take me at this moment. However, I do believe that our actions and decisions in life significantly control the paths of our destiny. We make who we are, as people with purposes, treading through an unpredictable journey that’s called life, although there are circumstances beyond our control that fall on us in times we least expect them to happen.
I, for one, have been fortunate enough to not face anything too dramatically tragic, only by the grace of God. Despite not being too religious myself, I believe there are some things such as our moral behavior and lifestyles that later on, reflect the events we encounter. Yet when there are instances such as death and accidents happening, in that case, how can one’s actions be blamed? This is when fate comes into the picture. I guess fate is synonymous with luck. We can never accurately predict the future due to its outcomes. Therefore, I believe that destiny is bigger than what one might think. I believe in the fact that we are all part of a fate that intertwines every single individual together, that we are millions of souls woven together in an ever-revolving cycle of chances and dreams. We are small minute beings in a world that is larger and more expansive than the depth of the universe- that there is more to reality, another life beyond death and where life is only a small stop to a long journey ahead.
In my opinion, turning a new chapter in life means carefully choosing the steps of one’s destiny. According to me, it means choosing my decisions and dealing with their outcomes even if they were not how I expected them to turn out. It means taking every opportunity as they come and to not miss out on anything, lest, I dread and regret later on in life. In other words, it means living as if I’ll die tomorrow and as if the sunset on the horizon will never descend.
I can’t believe I finally made it and I’m here, typing out my first post for 2015. Life has been a busy road for the past one year. And these past nine days since the first rays of dawn in 2015 shone bright through my curtain as it spills softly on my white bedroom wall, I just realized how much has transpired up to now. Sometimes, it is easy to forget about the little things that happen in our lives, of small gifts we do not consider too great. But it is these small gifts that become a bigger part of our lives.
For one thing, I believe one of these gifts is my family. For those who have lost a loved one or even their family at some point in their lives, I feel for you my deepest sympathy. So far, I feel lucky not to have experienced such a situation yet but I know in the future that the worse is yet to come because it’s life. Without my family, I can’t imagine where I would’ve stood. Where I would’ve been, How I would’ve lived. Without family, a society cannot be established. Likewise, without family, an individual cannot thrive. These are the people who shape our lives, who mold and create who we are as we grow in this ever-revolving cycle called life. A family is the backbone of one’s identity.
On the other hand, I might sound like I’m referring only to blood-related families but I am also referring to non blood relations as well. Family, in other words, is who make us feel at home and those who make us feel loved, caring for us and giving us shelter. As I grow, mature and discover myself each day, I anticipate with a bit of nostalgia and dread that there would be a day I’d have to leave my family behind and move away to establish a family of my own or even lose someone dear and cherished to my heart. That is how we grow and live in this world.
But who says you have to follow what everyone else does? I, for one, can answer that. And my answer is no. Life is too short, sweet and bitter at the same time. There’s too much to lose before it’s all gone. I aspire to enjoy and live while I can, achieve my dreams and experience the life I want to live. Life is too short and I don’t want to hear Shakespeare’s ‘Seven Ages of Man’ ringing tremulously in my head as I live year after year knowing that my end is nearing closer.
So how on earth do you get inspired? I suppose all writers stumble on this question in one way or the other.
The first thing I remembered whenever I got inspired to write something was – I already knew what I had to write. I’d write about my pets, events happening in my family, high school, suspicious neighbors, spectacular trips etc etc. My mind was just full of stories that could not wait to be penned down on paper. They were pushing and shoving inside my head, so much to the extent that I felt unable to resist my urge to write them all down. After I finish or have gone through a page, I’d sit back and admire my new creation. It was a great feeling, almost like love.
One of the first points I believe invokes inspiration is experience. Experience shapes the way we perceive life, the way we view the world, the way we understand ourselves and the environment. Experience, in turn, become memories- life lessons to which we could look back in our later years and say, “That was the greatest moment of my life I will always cherish”.
On the contrary, having regrets don’t help us in any way. They only slow us down and prevent us from living fulfilled lives. Instead of that, one should learn to overcome them and take them as lessons to be learned, like a war to be won inside a battlefield. By gaining experiences, we’d be able to introspect our actions, analyze our perceptions and become better versions of ourselves. Going through hardships and obstacles in life is not a walk in the park but it is definitely the first step to a journey of a thousand miles. That is not to say, every experience in life has to be negative. We can cherish the positive ones as well. Only thing is that they don’t compel readers the same way as negative ones would.
Gaining inspiration in order to write a good content, however, is an arduous task and no, it’s not a hyperbole. There are instances where the creative juices don’t seem to pour out at all. Your mind is left empty. And you just leave the page blank all day, weeks then months until you totally forget about it. Another word for that would be procrastination but it’s way worse than that. You need ideas to write and if you can’t find any then where would the inspiration come from?! I know this has been mentioned so many times but noting anything that comes into your head is one of the best ways to keep your mind updated and seek inspiration whenever you least find it. I’ve started doing that owing to the fact that I was so lazy before.
Experience comprise of a larger part of abstract material called ideas. Ideas also consist of knowledge and imagination when it comes to writing. Knowledge is basically the stuffs you already know. Writing from one’s knowledge, particularly gained through experience and learning, is a great source for the backbone of a nice gripping content that would not only keep readers interested but also provide them with new facts and ideas. The third one, imagination, is the most difficult (according to me). I used to find it so easy to imagine a story in my head then pen it down on paper but if you ask me to do that now, I’d be completely stuck. Not everyone has an overactive imagination and if you do, you are one of those lucky ones.
To top it off, inspiration is the writer’s tool. It is her magic wand and when she begins the first stroke of her wand, they form into sentences, paragraphs, bind with ideas and trails of thoughts until finally taking shape into a story. The annoying thing, however, is inspiration doesn’t kick in easily. In my opinion, the easiest ways to get inspired is to open your mind, observe people, go to events, get out there and see the world, talk to people- if you don’t want to talk, listen to conversations, learn something new and most importantly, having a good memory so that you could write all those down again. If not, you can always keep a small notebook handy and jot down at the spot. On the other hand, it’s good to remember that writing doesn’t always guarantee success or sudden shot of fame. It takes time, involves huge amount of patience and of course, finding the right opportunity. As long as you write and keep inspiring yourself, there’s a good chance that you will get there, somehow.