All the different lives..
The days gone by. A man is defined by the deeds that he had done. Or perhaps a man is defined by his past? Every one of us is shaped by the events that happened in our lives, like sumone once said to me, "I am a victim of circumstance"
Is it better to sail in the calm water? It is a question that I often ask myself in my solitude. My room is like superman's fortress of solitude, where I would sit in the darkness to reflect on my past n present.
It is here n now where I try to find peace, drawing strength from my faith to prepare myself to face the day of tomorrow. Day by day, I continue my never ending journey of finding the greater meaning of life. Not life as in juz merely for the sake of living, but tryin to make a difference, however big or small. One of my greatest fear is to live life like a machine, hollow, empty and void, juz livin for the sake of livin. Execute n run a programme.
I am a man defined n shaped by my turbulent past. Shades of light, darkness n grey. How far hav I gone? Everytime I think back, I keep remembering the words 'God spare me the knowledge that can kill a good man's soul'
Iz it better to expose one self to the harsh reality that many turn a blind eye? Or be a clueless sod livin life in denial? As always, I believe the answer lies sumwhere in between. Perhaps I hav gone too far deep that indeed I had becum bitter n unforgivin.
The many facets of life. I hav too much regrets, too much pain & loss. Though happiness is sumthing that is rare to me, it is all the reason why it is so precious to me, much more precious than diamonds n gold.
Perhaps I'm juz too critical or even harsh. But I knw the cold unforgivin truth that many often choose to ignore or turn a blind eye. I was like that once. But never again. But what is the price that I had paid? Is the knwledge worth its price?
DarKSidE. To see the light, one must be in the dark. At which point that I choose the path of darkness? Even in the darkest nite, the stars n the moon shines all the brighter. I muz always remember not to becum complacent against the lurking evil juz waiting to pounce on the unweary.
Always tired n fatigued. Too much on this weary mind. All I wanted now, is to be all alone in my room, cig in hand, the comforting darkness.. n I hope I will find peace & solace.
