Warm greetings to all of you!
Both the universe and existence are inherently cold and meaningless.
No matter where you look, you'll keep stumbling upon futility.
For weak and fragile beings like us,
indeed a heavy responsibility.
A thousand wars have already been waged.
Just how many wars do we have to survive to see
its beauty?
Does it have beauty in the first place? or is it just a condition of hopelessness?
a never-ending tragedy.
But maybe, maybe, and maybe...
Existence is too special, beautiful, and dynamic to retain a static meaning.
Wouldn't it be boring?
Maybe it has surrendered itself to us,
for us to give it our meanings.
And, maybe with enough meanings, it can finally for once attain love and tranquility.
All of this chaos is indeed chaotic as hell.
But maybe it is beautiful as well.
...If not? what a tragedy and despair will it be to fall in love with all of this nothingness.
To fall in love with the stars, the rain, rivers, air breezes, beautiful souls, innocent animals, calm plants, sunrises, and the sunsets.
I see beauty in all of them.
All of them make sense to me.
Please, do not consider existence a nullity.
('cuz it is not)
Oh, the Hollywood, the society,
Oh, those fake rainbows and dead butterflies of yours.
How can you not notice the misery that
is tearing the world apart?
ripping off its flesh.
How can you pretend it's all sunshine?
when darkness has consumed us all.
Oh, those children on the streets selling
happiness, selling all those glitters,
trying their hardest not to starve to death.
For their crime is being born unfortunate.
Unlike you, who get the world served to you on sliver platters.
How come you not notice those dead butterflies of yours?
They stopped breathing a long time ago.
And just like 'em,
all of you, dieeeeee.....
Poem:
God knows how hard I wished for the sky,
only to find out it is just as empty as me.
All these roads I traveled,
in the end, brought me to myself,
the very thing I was running away from.
But this time,
rather than wishing for something new,
I chose to stare at this emptiness.
I considered unraveling its secrets.
I stumbled upon miracles…..
Never did I ever think,
I will meet the glory of all lights in the very thing, I considered the darkest.
Now,I can’t get enough of the beauty of what I thought was the ugliest.
The irony is...
It was always there,
hoping for me to see its innocence
while I was yelling evil at its face.
It was me,
I mistook this blessing for a curse.
But now,
I am gonna hold this emptiness closest to my heart,
never letting go of it.
It is my very essence!
The reason I am different,
why I interpret things as they are.
It is my eyes when I see something beautiful,
my knowledge when I am smart.
My light when I am lost.
This void is the source of my infinite strength,
my endless imaginations.
It made me this person.
It is what pushes me to achieve greater things.
No matter what I accomplish, It pushes me to go even further.
——–The fuel of my awesome planethat just does not want to stop anywhere.
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A human?
I have a million reasons to think otherwise.
I don’t think I’ll respect even god if he
decided to show himself to me.
I crave rationality, irrationality, and even distorted reasons!
for me to consider something.
for my eyes to see.
The fact that he created existence is not enough.
I don’t think that is an achievement.....
but rather a flaw.
A flaw on so many levels.
For many, an incompatibility.
But maybe I should fear the all-knowing,
his omnipotence, his omnipresence?
I should fear all of him.
Even so, fear is not respect.
But an Abnormality.
Then, what if he surprises me...
What if when I look at the creator and see
another me...
a void, flaws, incompetence, evilness,
selfishness, lost, ashamed, unable to look anyone in their eyes, an imposter.
Even then, all I’ll do is despise him.
But, what if he is just as noble, kind, selfless, caring, hurting, and desperate to be understood and adored for all he is?
Then, I’ll happily abandon my humanity.
I’ll see a god in my every encounter with mirrors.
I’ll adore and yes respect his godness with all of me.
I’ll cherish the similarity.
To be no longer a human will be
a privilege, a superiority.
Poem:
God made me with light,
the very thing he is made from.
I am supposed to be different,
different than those made from
flesh and bones.
He gave me eyes that see the world the way he sees it,
butterflies and thorns.
A perspective that questions both good and evil,
both halo and horns.
I will cherish these scarlet flames of mine forever,
something I’ve sworn.
To your eyes, I may seem like an ordinary world, a fool, but people like me are
the chosen ones.
We are the beings that illuminate this world,
fireflies of the darkest nights.
Those who share the same soul with the creator himself
we are....
noble, kind, and stubborns.
Poem:
I may be just another weak little boy.
Even, a two cent blade can bring me to cease.
But, my resolve is a different thing.
Even, the devil will hesitate to stand in front of me,
in front of my soul that burns brighter than a thousand suns.
Even so, I am just another mere human.
All I have is this majestic light gifted to me by existence.
The light that threatens the very existence of
darkness.
The light that inspires me to create………..,
create things that set my little heart ablaze.
Things that articulate my light to others.
I cherish this light.
I adore it above all.
And, I will choose it above anyone and everyone.
I have done it before, a countless times.
Abandoned things, places, and people that
evil-eyed this very essence of mine.
And, will do another countless time
Regardless of anything and everything.
‘Cuz in the end...
It is all I am, It is me.
Without it, my I does not exist,
there is no meaning to my breaths.
Maybe you weren't that evil after all
Maybe all of those I thought as your evil
were your kindness
Maybe...
You weren't designed for me
I have seen your heart a few too many times
The way you speak, your eyes when you've no idea
I'm noticing them
How can anyone call them evil
All those lies I thought of yours were
Maybe your truth after all
If anyone else said those
they'll be lying for sure
But you were different
So different that I couldn't believe you.
Even among the fireflies, you were like a star,
You belonged in the sky
Not in the fields
Even so, you were painful to me
The reason may be...
We were creatures of different designs
Your air was suffocating me
And my land was not for your aquatics
I know you didn't desire my body for my soul
was the most fascinating thing you ever laid your eyes upon
And when I blamed you for the crimes you didn't commit
Despite being innocent, you accepted those
for you thought someone like me would never lie.
Oh, those lies of mine
must have put you through so much pain.
And when I left you without a proper goodbye
Despite accepting the farewell you were desperate
for a farewell that was not evil
If not you'll hate yourself for life for the lies of mine
Maybe you weren't pestering me with all those calls and messages
Maybe all you wanted from your friend was a proper goodbye.
A goodbye that was kind to you and to me as well
I think girls from childhood think of themselves as literal princesses with slight variations between poor and rich families. Those from impoverished backgrounds have very less princess complex as they usually have to work to earn and help their parents in many ways. Those from rich backgrounds have it more. Regardless, they all want to be in the spotlight. They desire to always be the first priority of those who they love or admire. If they love someone, they just can't stand to be their second or third priority. They will either be their first priority or leave. They are very aware of other girls and can't help but compare with each other, often getting jealous of frivolous things.
They want all the attention no matter what. They will even exaggerate or will create some drama to get the attention they need for their survival😋(lol).
I think they are birds with immense wings but they need air to fly. The air is their parents until they get married and after that their husbands. The more air or freedom they get the higher they reach. (will write more later, I caught a cold and both my nose and head hurts(12:02 AM, Jan 20, 2022)
Well, your eyes can admire all the beauty and wonder that exists. However, there is something that is an essential part of this equation but is often left out. Light is not only a medium but an essential thing to the eyes. It allows us to be an observer of existence, admirers of beauty and grace. Yet I don’t think light has ever seen itself or anything that it touches. It must think it is blind. Then I wonder if Light were to have its own eyes, will it be amazed by its beauty or will it become proud that no beauty holds any meaning in its absence.
I was always like this, at least as long as I can remember, maybe probably since I was a four or five-year-old kid. I was a kid with questions, so many of them. I never believed what the world and society told me right off the bat, I always followed with questions. I questioned God and religion. I questioned the morality of the human race. I questioned my morals, I questioned the lakes, the rivers, and the oceans. I questioned the light, the darkness, and all those stars smiling from far away. I questioned life, death, and everything in between. Yet, I never run out of questions. I guess it’s time for me to grow up and start answering them for myself and call them beliefs as everyone else does. Dear reader, do you create your own beliefs or do you borrow from somewhere else?
It does not matter if you are a saint or a sinner, a doctor or a killer, someone who is cherished or someone who is despised, a prostitute or a priest, a king or a commoner. It does not matter if you are what you always dreamed of or someone who is lost. Nothing holds any meaning in front of Eternity, a timeless continuum. Something can only be of any meaning if it is eternal. Nothing is eternal -no one has ever outrun eternity. Everything will cease to exist sooner or later and lose its meaning or significance completely regardless of whether it was noble or evil. The only thing that remains unflinching and beyond everything’s grasp is Eternity.
From a science theorist’s viewpoint :
I think eternity is not just the infinitely elongating fabric of space-time. It is an entity that exists beyond the realm of space and time. It is in fruition even when there is no time. Space-time is just a mere fraction of it.
I am evil. That's not a lie.
But maybe all of my evil is to protect my innocence.
Inside that shell of evil,
I'm fragile as hell
A little push will render me into a million pieces,
leave me in despair.
This is the very idea of why I cherish that evilness of mine and will continue to be evil.
My evil is just as dear to me as my innocence.
(A typical yin-yang shit I guess!)
.....How can existence be meaningless when it is designed to seek meaning..........(will write latter, just making draft)
Oh, savior of mine why didn't you come? All Might, my hero you saved the world but why not me. I was your biggest admirer. I told the world, how great and noble you were. Was your nobility too noble for my 7-year-old heart? Look at me now, I'm no longer, and even then all I do is hate you with all of my emptiness. This darkness I'm surrounded by is your gift to me, a curse. I hate the very word, hope for I see no meaning in it.
- sincere admirer(Tenku) turned hater(Sigaraki)
NOR:
Still hopeful as he is lying about hating hope. He is even more hopeful than ever for Deku will save him from his darkness. No, he is gonna save himself. He will save the 7-year-old boy by being his hope. Always be your greatest admirer, your source of strength, your very own hope, love yourself for the world is too cruel for those who seek to be caressed by others.