[]Chosen Ones[]

Is it really true that some people see light out of darkness; dreams out of nightmares; doors out of isolation? Is it true that some people are able to encompass the dread of hell? Is it true that from the pit of unending grief, they are able to stand up and fight back up? Is it true? or isn't just a self-conception to trick yourself that you can do it? Isn't just an imageless notion to show fallacious strenght to everyone? Isn't simply to defend ones great ideal from being moribund?

Life is no mystical story where magic and miracles happen. It is no superhero story where in from falling we jump up and hit a final blow and then we win. It is not perpetual doctrine just like the bible where you would be safe from evil's hands simply because a band of angels hear your call, where the dead sea divides for us to run to safety and falls off when our foes arrive, where from out of nothing heaven heeds your call and from Them falls life.

Life and failure are two synonymous words. Life is failure; failure to see; failure to know; failure to live in it. A few gains success, a few who eventually ends up just like anyone: failure. We can never stand back out from the eye of what menace might befall unto us. Everyone has a fixed quandary. A dilemma which will happen in the course of the persons's life one way or another. They happen cause they oath to happen. And from that, you'll come to a point of collapse. You've failed.

Falling are stepping stones to greatness? Yes, maybe for those many whose self-trust is incomparable. However, for a layman who is cloaked by weakness from the fall turns back to ashes with nothing to boast, nothing to raise, nothing to hold on. You might think these weak are poor fortuned. They never will be. To have nothing might be something we can never boast, we can never raise, we can never hold on to but it's something to cherish that some time in their life they tried and failed but never did they try again cause from many who retried many failed the second time around. Rather than doing things you cannot do why not focus on your strenghts. Weakness might be incurable but strengths makes miracles.Do what you can do and the rest will follow.

To follow someone's dust is worst of all. Better to seek out into the dark and see the enchanting truth than going by the main road. Make a difference, believe in yourself. Human's are inch-minded about life, they never thought their is more than going for the gold. Something more only the gifted could see, the chosen ones. They are those who knows what they can do and cannot do. They are those who learn that fixing weakness is trashing time. Strenghts are better sharpened to fill in to weakness' inability. And from that we make our own passage.

We might fail just like anyone but from what we have cherished we are able to create something of our own to boast, to raise, to hold on to. Different from the many. Life is failure but you are not life. Life may fail but you made its failure something special centuries apart from others who failed the second time around and never gained anything.

Be different `cause you are a chosen one.

[] Truth []

Life is no free-misery zone. A part of what we knew was reality is built out of crisis. Every morsel of what we live in is no playground. What we have here in our life is one big battlefield. This is a place where stray bullets moves constantly trying to hit anything they ever stumble on. This is where the dispute between heaven and hell meets. This is where we can never save anyone from the heat of the battle. We need to decide on which side you should go. However, what we never knew, good and evil is not part of that reality. Decisions set no bounds about what is good or what is evil. Everything is made out of judgment. Everything is no right and wrong, no angels and demons, no heaven and hell. Everything is bound by reasons.

Some people thought a child’s idea is non-sense but for Someone literate enough to understand them, they are the wisest and greatest treasures of the human race. This is an example of the effects of fraud beliefs humans suppose. Humans believe those older ones are right; they are almost perfect; they are an each far from the greatness of the gods. How conceited. How vain. How arrogant. This was no fact. This was never right. They do are experienced yet that is no reason for strength, power, nor intelligence. They are simply like any other children, non-sense.

No one can say I’m bad… No one can say I am someone ‘cause they never knew… I’m no someone… I face reality such as they do… I do my thing just as they do… I cry… smile… laugh… just like anyone. Yet I’m quiet different… I’m better… cause my judgment says… They are no better than me… They say I am a menace… face it… your just scared to what I am… ‘Cause I’ll never be under you… I’ll never side with you… I know my logic… and it will never say yours is what I should choose… I live by my creed… I’m an angel… I stoop to no one…

[] Tears []

Tears fall as they were since the god's commanded them to do so. The eternal water that runs through time has seen the heart of its creator. It has heard every cries, every sorrow, every faith begotten moment life has rendered to its master. No one could ever question how powerful the essence of each droplet of tears could be. Each of them is a masterpiece. Each pint is heaven’s way of letting us know the existence of emotional distress. Each one made sense to mendacity life has held into.

Pity those who never cried. Crying was never one of man’s privileges; it was an obligation. Its existence was heaven’s way of allowing our souls to travel, set free the encumber that burdened the life within. Tears are a key to release ourselves to human’s dreadful impiety. We will forever be chained to this inhuman world but though we could not move any longer, a cry is all we need to let our spirit take breathe.

Woe for it has to be done. Shameless more are those who never have taken part in the gods’ gift of freedom. Whimper those who want to do so. Never be scared because what man can never see is what heaven willed it to be. The naked eye sees not what the heart speaks of. Whine to what you want to. It has never been a weakness. To let out tears is harder than clenching a fist. Do not what your stupid repute says but what your ego is. Peace is not when complete silence comes, not when war ends, not when reconciliation is done, but it is when the divine weight of distress has been cried out.

A single drop of tears is enough to heal wounds incurable by any medicine. Resistance is unreasonable. Who could have lived a life free of tears? I may be a stranger a big no one, yet I would want to tell you a mere fact: A droplet of tears is the only way out to what science could never explain- sorrow.