No dobut humans are emotional creatures Every individual is a disguise teacher Through every biological phase We laugh, we cry, slow down, and go high Those droplets of immaturity taught us How the bucket of maturity looks like When we get into this brand new life Entering in this new city, as we hit the puberty Now what we found Isn't worth for what we loose Life puts you in a phase Between a fake smile and smile To choose Even though in both the case you have loose, The only thing you can do, Is to minimize the complexity you're into To pay for what it's worth, because there's A silver lining after this hurt
Ever since a kid was born a soul full of creativity, boldness, enthusiasm ,dreams and a basket full of wishes, He started the schooling, simultaneously weaving his job of dreams, but that little soul never know, the more he try to prove for the less he have to show, And that he have to carry this heavy load of alpha ,beta, gama as he grow, just for the sake of society he never show, It's not their fault that they see quantity not quality because, humans are robotic machine don't you know!.. He wasn't even came out from his cocoon That society start feeding him iit table spoon Because humans are robotic machine don't you know! Restrictions upon restrictions That manipulate him to choose the wrong decision Thanks to society for this depression Which will haunt him till the conclusion That's why Humans are robotic machine don't you know! Even though article 10 allows freedom of expression But still he lives in suppression You know the reason why Because human are robotic machine don't you know!
We all are intensely extraordinary philosophers in disguise, but some mostly never bother to express in normal days except when you come across a choking heartbreak , and it's interesting about the fact how contrasting thoughts we share that even the one who actually did the wrong feel that I'm the real victim.
So they started this book of happily forever after Without your permission, And left in between, again Without your permission, You little happy soul Surrender the only heart to them, completely as whole Now looking for a meaing to this story untold Left with suspense, half empty and cold Listen you little happy soul this is your story You owe It's your responsibility to complete it and show Let this baby plant grow And let the world know The value of this gem Which they will discover
there is beauty in everything even in those detoxifying sparkling days and those fatal bad days
What beauty really is? I guess no one knows We just pretend to know Well, that's the only thing we are good at
We all are caught up in the notions of his and her ego that what we forgot to create ours We say we don't judge a book by it's cover I am sorry but really don't we just do that
Beauty is indeed a great and graceful thing in itself but why do we make it something else when we can just appreciate the beauty of each other's existence and celebrate it together rather than making each other uncomfortable in little yet huge world
#journal#wod This Mirakee challenge was quite a timely coincidence after previously viewing earlier today a Dhar Mann’s video on two women finally pursing their dreams despite their age. Walk, run, limp, wheel, crawl your way in forward motion. When you take falls, don’t stay down too long, get back racing towards your dreams!
Be prewarn.... quite long. Hey, I was journaling😉
Dear Journal, I’m on the chase, Some say I’m too old chasing the wind, I’m grasping at youthful air.
Dear Journal, If only I stopped listening sooner, I wouldn’t have prevented my mind agreeing with their age limiting opinions.
Dear Journal, Starting today. The date doesn’t matter anymore. I’m putting on my running shoes and chasing a previous dream.
Dear Journal, I fell and skinned my pride and gained a few additional grays.
Dear Journal, It took me some time I was bit embarrassed & befuddled, I haven’t ran a marathon in ages.
Dear Journal, I’m back up, a little wobbly in the knees but I’ve regained my senses. I’m changing my comfortable Keds (temporary) with shoes with my more traction.
Dear Journal, I’m gaining momentum, I see success written in neon lights with my signature below it.
Dear Journal, I stumbled once again, my rump kissing the dirt while my glasses and dream shattered. Everything looked quite dim.
Dear Journal, I’m back on track, all I needed was a pep talk from three friends, Me, Myself, and I. They told me to get off my old(er) tush, its okay to limp along. As long as I keeping moving forward at any rate.
Dear Journal, So I’m off once more, limping along after my optical prescription been refilled.
Dear Journal, I’m not quite there but further than I was yesterday sitting in the proverbial dust.
Dear Journal, The naysayers including myself were all very wrong, I’m gaining considerable strength that’s renewing my faith.
Dear Journal, I’m learning Air is attainable if it’s caught in a bottle lol. My corny humor is still intact.