Friday, September 30, 2005

Some people.

Complain they are alone and all alone, the only one in the world and everything, but please, who's not? (At a certain point in our lives?)

They don't know real loneliness, yet they keep complaining on how their world's going to crash and sink and break and such.


Lame.



They think they're the only ones. Sometimes they don't realise others are worst off then them.

And sometimes they don't realise it is their own actions that cause them the so called "loneliness". Directly or indirectly.


They don't realise.


To them I advice to sit and think how you can IMPROVE the situation. Stop complaining. While doing nothing about it.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

It's sad huh, how we pursue for things in the man-made world first and foremost, but judging by what people do when they know they are dying soon - it doesn't match with what people are striving so hard towards everyday; money, luxury, bigger houses, branded goods, whatnot.

It's a big fat lie. We were led to think all these material things will make us happy, but they never really do.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

I suppose there will always be some things people want to tell others, but never really found a way of expressing so that it is a true reflection of the inside.

Expression is scary. Its potential is scary... its potential to be such a disfigured, broken image of a well meaning, loving heart – is scary.

When we say something and really mean another, it's scary. Especially when you belittle what you say - because you know you don't really mean it, and never notice how you're just pushing the knife deeper and deeper. Well you know you don't mean it, but the other person doesn’t.

And sometimes expression is marred by pride, ego, pain, defensiveness, and they crack the mirror so bad, you never really got to show your heart. Before you know it, things have reached such a level its difficult to even show anything.

And sometimes walls hinder expression. Walls build out of wounded love, and the more a person means to you, the harder it is to tear the walls. What if they don't like what they find inside? And so expression freezes, reflecting only the cold exterior of the outer walls, and inside you curl in loneliness. Who stays to look at facades? And so you never got to know the people that meant most to you.

Give it a few years, and it develops into a fear of intimacy, something that most adults have – it was shown on the tele.

Expression is scary, the cracked ones are scary.
And I don’t want a broken mirror, Father help me mend this.

Because there is nothing I can do alone.