Hope is to die for?

I felt I had something to say so here it goes..

HOPE..

One hell of thing (pun intended)

We grab on to it. We hang on and never let go. We (the living) are always hoping for something. Something More.Hope lives on dreams. Impossibilities that we covet. It lives on our fight against the grueling current of Fate. We hope to change it's flow...

So Hope is like the strength of the soul.
The body has Muscles, and soul has hope.
Hope is our very own superpower that can drive us to do anything, and all we need is a dream! ...and a whole fucking lot of patience and preserverance...

Although, I learned today that before hope... you need Passion...

A story

This is something I wrote out of the blue....

Actually this is something I am about to write with no planning what so ever!

I feel like making a story... but with no 'pre-thought'... no plot, no clue of the personality of my characters... I am inventing all of this as I write... It's like a band performing a jam... But instead of music, I am using words and my inventive mind...

Here it goes:

One day in the city, little John Pewlett was strolling down the same old road. His head was facing the ground and he seemed a bit melancholic... He went along the side walk, untill he reached the crossroads...

He always turned backward at this point... It was the limit of his usual walk, he never wanted to chang course, or know another path... Unlike his grnadfather, who loves to travel to new places and know everything about this world , Johnny Pewlett seemed like he never wanted to change his routine...

Today, however, he was feeling anxious... He stopped at the crossroads, as usual... but he didn't turn back... he just walked 'till the very center of the cross and sat... Right above a sewer plate....

I guess that now my previous pespective about his feelings was wrong... He didn't seem so melancholic... he seemed... more... pensive... He was debating something in his mind...

Suddenly he took of the sewer plate and went down the ladder... I was alarmed, I have never seen him do something like that... I wanted to investigate... I put up my "Closed" sign in my Newspaper stand... (I hope that that brat Emanuel won't go there steal magazines again... I am so sick of that boy...)

So I followed Pewlett down to the sewers... The stench was unbareable... After 10 minutes of walking silently behind Johnny, I saw him climbing a ladder... I was in awe...

I yelled: "Wait! Johnny!" He had already surfaced.... When I came up the hole I recognized the area... It was the city's slums... How could have little Johnny Pewlett have come here? Why did he come here? He always said that he hated the slums... he always seemed so afraid...

He helped me stand up.

"Why did you come here Johnny?"

"I was tired... tired of the same thing... I know that this doesn't sound like me... but I coulnd't stand walking that path again... But .. I never knew witch way to turn on those crossroads... So I came down here and randomly chose a ladder to go up... And now I am here on this dreadful place..."

"Calm down Johnny... Come on, I will accompany you home"

".... I don't want to go home... I want to be in another place... another reality... something so new, that not even my grandfather will be albe to travel to!... I just want to live in a place where there is just me and a whole new world..."

hmmm okay I guess I'm done.. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a story that I just improvised... Everything that popped in my head was immediately inserted... I hope you liked it :) Please remember: It was all IMPROVISED AT THE SECOND!

I'm peculiar

--Double A

A cup half empty, and a smile half-full :)

I know this is kinda lame, but ... I just wanted to talk about this sensation...

You know when you are relaxed, care-free, eating dinner, watching your favourite show (or another show that you dont like but helps you forget everything else) and you are sat down on the chair... savouring the 3rd slice of a vegetarian pizza (yeah, I like vegi-pizza xP) and you suddenly feel thirsty (i hate being thirsty..) .. and reach your hand to the cup .... and you grab it, and shake it to see if there's any water... and it's half full :) ?

The cup is half-full, HURRAY!! Just think about it: you dont have to leave your chair and your pizza to get more water, because the cup still has some :D

You don't need to lift yourself up, stop watching the show and get back to the boring reality, because you can simply reach the cup with your hand, and drink the water... refresh your mouth... and extend the joy of the moment...

This post was weird I know... :P

I'm strange

--Double A

The sound of birds

Peculiar... their singing makes me sleepy... but at the same time a bit angry... and tired...

Well first of all, I am writting this at 4 a.m. and I am dead tired, and I hear the birds outside , singing... and I can hardly sleep with them singing -.- this also means that the sun will rise soon and when the sun is up I can't sleep!

They also make me lazy... their songs are like a lullaby... but not to actually sleep.. more to bore you... but it's hipnotic... to me... it's like I am embraced by the chant.... but I can't rest because I feel to hear it until it ends! and I don't move because I wan't to hear it clearly! ... and I get tired because it's so long! and you just remember so many things when you hear them sing... It's like they are the voice of your past...

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Well they have stopped for now. ... Ah damn beasts... they me me feel jealous... they can fly and I am stuck here in the same old place.... If they get tired of something: SWOOSH! THERE THEY GO! off to new adventures and places!! Ahhh! If animals only had personality! If they could only realize how beautiful that their nature is! And how grateful they should be for having such unique characteristics!....

But imagine that... animals being rational... it would be the end of the world!! ANARCHY! It would even be more of a jungle than AMAZONIA itself!

...I still envy the birds though :(

The Mathematics of humanity

(On the pedestal: "Don't put garbage! Thank you!")

PEOPLE = SHIT!

The common reason for everybody feeling bad.

Yeah, it's true. Believe it. There's no way you can change it. That statement above is, in my point of view, correct!!

You, as a member of modern society, are bound to hurt someone one day. You may be as nice as Jesus, or as cool as Fonzie, but you will eventually hurt someone, and that someone will go to his/her room and sit in the corner, either filled with anger or tears.... geez what an EMO!

Well anyway, what I'm saying is that nobody is perfect. I think that everyone of us has a little sinner inside. (hehe). Everybody's a little bit prejudice, a little bit racist, a little bit jealus and so on and so on.... And some of us, like myself, sometimes notice that in our everyday arguments and imediately try to correct it with expressions like: "Ooops, did I say that?" and "Uh, sorry, I am dumb, I didn't mean to say that. I know it sounded really bad but I am not that kind of person..." To those people (and myself btw =P) THERE ARE NO KINDS OF PERSON, by this I mean that your are bound to feel somekind of denial for another ideal or lifestyle. The 7 sins are natural to us as social animals. Let's not change that, but let's put a lite restrain on it = Let's respect one another, and leave those "feelings" at home.

ANYWAY

Let's put it this way:

Humanity = Hope
Egocentrism = Humanity + God (because there are people who think they are god-like: the narcisists)
Society = Animality + (Humanity + God) + Humanity
People = Society + Humanity
People = Shit



I'm confusing
--Double A

Destiny. Play and See ^^

Do we make it? Or does it make you? Have our lines already been drawn by some supernatural-artist of biblical proportions? Or is it our hand that draws it?

It's not an issue that disturbs me much, but sometimes it comes to mind: "All that I do has already been foretold... Every action I take on my own free will has already been planned out...."

I discuss this within my inner Council of Egos xP.... It kinda makes me feel happy. I mean imagine, you're a guy that had a bad break in life... but now, after the struggle and the embrace of belief, you find yourself better than ever!... If it wasn't for your previous downfall you would have never been so happy! (because the greater happiness comes from the biggest depressions and turmoils)....

So, in a way, if you're feeling down someday, you can always find assurance in the fact that all will come to balance in time... that gives you strength and hope to actually twist the plot of your current misfortunes... ... That's gewd :)

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But, of course, one of my egos decided to break-in and say: "tschh! that argument is for pussies! --YOU MAKE YOUR OWN WAY! and you deal with your own consequences! Being dependent of fate is being weak! It should be YOURSELF that inspires you to move forward, and not your petty dependence to the concept of Universal balance!"

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ANYWAY (my catchphrase)

I guess all we can do is wait. Not just for the future to come along, but also for the present to affect your next step in life...

But I stand by my initial statement: Destiny is something already drawn... and all your emotional dischord will one day come to a peaceful state... where, afterwards, will be again filled in with chaos, to be cleansed be peace again... and so on, and so on.


I'm weird
--Double A