A magician needs both a good trick and delivery method
Without either, he fails
Likewise, substance without showmanship is useless,
You can dream that truth will prevail but most often it doesn’t
and really who will really care to find out?
Goodjob? welldone? thank you for being geniune .
Maybe God will reward you for being hardworking. Will he tho?

You may treasure substance but it does not mean you have ignore the power of showmanship.
Why not wield both effectively, with balance, to crush your opponents.
time to accept the truth

“Love requires effort, discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism.
Love is not a feeling, rather it is a practice”
Love is not transactional.
can someone point out for me what’s the difference between fangirls, simps and unconditional love?

They show signs of unconditional love but.. still..one does have a negative connotation.
(Well at least to me) Perhaps one is blind and lack substance?

Disc mentions pairing opposition styles can be beneficial
Does that mean just the 2 of us make the perfect team?
From mbti, to enneagram to DiSC
will life ever stop rubbing all this theorectical bullshit in my face?
Tell me something new maybe?
Oh right it doesnt matter no one cares

like music, food, and art.
taste in humans are to be acquired.
if you cant appreciate it, you cant.
perhaps through time, and experiences..

checkmated by principles and ideals
you’re a double edge sword
one that brings happiness and potentially more
aches because that’s all it can be
and just like you, I became a loser
doing things for the clouds to awe.
I don't matter. Life will move on as it always did.


So remind me to not to get close
Or heavens and hell will collide
And the gates of hell will open on earth
everyone on earth will burn under my wrath.

Those that say love is a choice obviously have not met fate.

To be myself is a beautiful thing
also, vulnerable, also naive.
to be accepted and find something pure or rejected in your rawest form
With no room to spare for excuses of your failures or differences
you pray for people to truly try to understand.
becs thats what ppl do when they love or care
they compromise. or so you'd hope.

i am seen as "self righteous" , "argumentative"
possibly seeming like a "ruthless bitch"
Consistently justifying my actions.' I hate it.
but i just see no other way out, for me to stand on the pedestal to judge and to point,
I must first free myself
splinted and factured. life continues to drain away every juice out of me.
to make decisions no one wants to fighting for an imaginery world

I now look at people crying for change in a different light
action speaks the loudiest. show me what you got.

Act 1.
once upon a time, a farmer found an injured unicorn
The unicorn was majestic, with skin that glimmers,a glowing horn, and rainbow colored mane
The farmer fell in love with its all of its beauty, took her home to nurse her
He swore to take care of her wanting to keep her forever.

Act 2.
The farmer fed her his best feed and his freshest grass pastures
but unknown to him, she was to only eat rainbow flowers that grew in the mountains
still, the unicorn chose to stay and eat, and soon grew fond of the farm's tender loving care and attention .
the unicon, now fond of him, took care of every aspect of his life.
Using her magic, she brought life to his entire farm, plowed the lands and sherpard his sheeps.

Act 3.
Time went by everything was good but the unicorn began to lose her beauty.
She was slowly turning dull, losing her magic.
she knew, she had to eat rainbow flowers before it was too late
She nudged the farmer, and the farmer happily agreed.
He declared that he would do anything for her.

Act 4.
And so, the farmer did
He scaled the rainbow mountain and brought down a bunch of rainbow flowers.
The unicorn was elated, hopping and dancing as the farmer walked back to her.
Her magic came back to her and she started shining as bright as the sun again
Happy and loved, she spread her wings of joy and continued sharing her magic.

Act 5
Years past and the farmer grew tired of scaling the mountain for rainbow flower
his frequency of scaling the mountain reduced drastically
the unicorn , consistently nudged him but grew tired of pushing him.
In the name of love, she slowly accepted that rainbow flowers were not necessary.

Final Act
The unicorn lost her magic and horn
Her skin turned brown, and rainbow mane, black.
she lost everything magical of a unicorn and eventually became..
a normal horse in the stables.
Now the Farmer, regretted his decision and lack of effort to push through.
knowing that she had sacrificed eveyrthing magical she had to be with him.
He realised the consequences of his actions, and that with blessings come responsibility.
He took it to his own, to be a man of his word, to take care of her despite her now lack of beauty.
with this, they live happily ever after.

The Lost chapter
but life is not as such, as happily ever after requires effort from the heart.
over time, the once unicorn grew more and more into a being like any other horse
The farmer no longer felt the awesomeness and the superfical attraction
and soon forgot the painful sacrifice that was made. afterall it wasnt him who made it.
she was no longer unique...and like the rest
had to fight so hard for the once tender loving care and love which once came so naturally,
every night, she looked up to the moon, wondering what it would have been if she left when it was time
but she knew, that love was everything,
to her..regret was the risk she had to pay for unconditional love.
and if given the choice.. would do it all over again

The chemicals in my brain reacts for you.
as much as i want to denial it, it does
I question its meaning.
be it infidelity or chemistry
is it the blood in my body pushing me to a being of such?
or fate ?with the stupid stars above somehow aligning to me to a cliche destiny?
maybe perhaps a glimpse of a time i once had?
then again would i even be here if i was happy?...
still.it brings me comfort watching by the side, the wonders of chemistry and nature
the smell of the rain, the wind that i love so much breezing through my face,
the brightness of the moon that shines through the color of time.
having to know the endless possibilities of what could have been, whether bitter or sweet
knowing how nature always takes its course taking and creating life.
The familiarity of what feels like a connection at the soul level. as if soulmates do exist.
a las life has its way of making a shit out of everything,
laughing me in the shadows at my longing to be real.
so truly i know, the joke's on me
Questioning a decade of existence.
For memories of past present future. I hereby cast you into black and white.

"There are many ways to define what it means to be a good person.One definition of “good” is that you follow the rules — you don’t break the law, commit crimes, lie, or cheat."


I would define it as having the ability to do evil and get a way with it. but yet resisting temptation and choosing to do it right.
Rephrase. naiveness, innocence, fear, ignorance. Does not mean you are a good person.
Fearing to break the law does not = good.
A Monk is not good until proven that he can resist temption.
ldtr. want it, able to do it, able to get away with it,
but yet choosing to resist
how many of us are actually good/?

multiple lifetimes.
varying results.
same ending.
curiosity killed the cat in each of them.

but what if this was its 9th and last life?
would it choose to live any differently..or fulfil its usual prophecy?
hopping on an infinite playloop of tom and jerry

fyi imo, jerry is an asshole

When a flower does not bloom,
Do you blame the flower?
or do you blame the enviroment?

Fairy tales ingrained in us that we should be benevolent kings and leaders
Compassionate , Caring , Loving ,Trusting,Tolerant, Altruistic
and the list goes on.

But that is only possible in fairytales.
The truth is benevolence does not produce results effectively because humans ultimately will abuse them.
Under high pressure people will find loop holes and greed will kick in.
Abusing the trust that is given.
The values of everyone differs too much at the whims of “freedom”
An iron fist/tyranny is necessary to pull them all together.

Just like the concept of true love
And “happily ever after” .
Fairytales lie and only brings about false expectations of life.
And all in all, leads to one inevitable ending .
Pain and heart aches to the cruelty of life.
No one cares.
The truth in this real world in its rawest form is simply the survival of the strongest.
Cruelty that will follow through, as age catches up,
and you start to notice yourself slowly becoming irrelevant as it definitely will one way or another.
Eg. What makes you irreplaceable in the future?
Eg. What makes you deserve more than others?

No one wants a benevolent leader who can’t produce results.
Nobody wants to be in a kingdom in poverty.
The good hearted will be trampled upon, and those that dare trample will rise.

im not naive and oblivious to the shit people can do / will do.
Fairy tales lie and the world is cruel, selfish and superficial…
But it doesn’t mean we have to choose to be the same

This post marks the epilogue.
whether life was touched negatively or positively who will ever know or care?.
The turmoil and conflicts in my heart, the pain to bear
whether it meant being loser in the eyes of the world. this i do not care
Life goes on and my hope burns in embers in the dark
my dreams , my resolve, remains in solitude

The end

Hope, determination, resilience and trust, all at their peak , working against me.
How dare they.
I asked them, why do what they do .
And they sheepishly said to me , we came from your so called “unconditional love” ken, what else can it be?

The beauty of giving one devout belief and trust while quietly accepting whatever shit that follows.
Mentally , emotionally or physically if any. Such noble and idealistic dream, or most say naiveness
In a world that revolves around superficialness, logic and hidden agendas - things with strings attached, the concept of unconditional love lies even more closely to the heart.
rinse and repeat

some people leave for a change, some stay to change
Who was i to ever judge what is best?
Who was I to assume I knew better?
Who was I to attempt to change what was never within my means?
Who was I to deny what you wanted?

Maybe all this self proclaim change was never needed in the first place
afterall it is clear I was the one suffering with no fruition
To each his own. for me my flaw. the definition of life/happiness anchors us all
Is the grass truly greener where it rains?

Perhaps it was fate that planted in our minds the thought that we could ever change it.
There is no point in self control and holding back.
In the end, all efforts lead back to the same road.
Disappear

I will be the painter of my story.
To be a villain, a tyrant , or a hero
I will be just me. till then world :)

The flaw in what perfect love is,
executed subtly to secure control
For the greater good or for another’s gain?
A growth never fully attain

Now a familiar forgotten chemistry presents itself.
Wrong, but feels right and true.
Presenting a chance to push through.
justified and proved no fruit
What is love, if one can't fully grow?

Should one stay or should one go?
Should time tell ? Or fate control?
Only you can paint your story
should you give up or to take control.

But what will stay is certain,
The aches of the thought of what you could've been.
A promise , a shared dream and a debt to pay
A prayer, for a leap of faith, for you to choose him.

A memory now embedded in a song or two.
Fallen..The night we met.

T'was the night i became a crazy ass wanna-be poet.
presenting to you, love and literature, at my perceived finest.

The brain is a muscle that must be exercised to reach its full potential. Start out small, with consistent rests in between. Pushing limits after each recovery, bit by bit. Like every exercise the pain that follows can be excruciating . so not too fast or you will get hurt, in some cases irreversible. slow and steady, with good pacing you will get there. 

Breaking down the walls, that you hated, that once upon a time defined you. 

May God bless you the mental strength and the will to bear through it

And the worst of it all, I still believe in you

And these nightmares we've kept

In the heat of it all, I made an enemy

Put our demons to rest