To me happiness is different from what most people think. Probably they think so because of the negative connotation it is associated with. Probably it is because they think that happiness has just a single color. Or that they think happiness has the same depth of a spoon. Maybe I’m not really sure but to my definition of happiness is something that I think is true.
Happiness is a disease.
You might be thinking the craziest reasons why I said this. A few of them saying I’m emo. A few of them saying I’m depressed. Some saying I’m just bitter and have not experienced it before. And others saying I’m just plain crazy. Well I’m saying now that I’m not emo and never will be. I’m not depressed, I am quite overjoyed actually. I may be a cynic but that doesn’t mean I have never experienced the happiness of a hug, a laugh, or a kiss. Yes I am plain crazy, that’s why I thought of this is the first place, but hey it’s quite true to me.
Happiness is a disease because it is infectious. If you’re happy, then you words become a little friendlier, your hugs a little warmer, you intentions become just a bit brighter. You can feel it, if you see someone just smile at you; you can’t help but smile back and be happy too. Happiness is just another good thing to pass around.
Happiness is a disease because it can weaken you. If you are too happy, if you are lulled in to a false sense of hope making you happy, you will just get hurt more. Being too happy will make you careless at times, being too happy will let your judgements unwise at times, being too happy might make you expect somethings fortunate only to make it hurt more. Sometimes too much happiness can do this to you.
Happiness is a disease because it can be cured. It can be cured with depression, bitterness, remorse, sins and/or death. Depression can make you cold and the disease will die along with it. Bitterness will make the disease a little less vigorous and degenerate it. Remorse will make it self implode the disease. Sin will make it exponentially grow but in the end it will hit it where it hurts. Death won’t have its real desired effect if you have the disease still with you when it all ends.
Happiness is a disease because it can kill you. It seriously can, but it seems as though people’s mentality is that you need to die happy. That would be nice though.
All I can say is happiness is just a part of the bright spectrum of the world. It has its shades of gray like us, it has its pros and cons. It has its depth and complexity yet it is quite simple to understand. You ask me then, “If you think it’s a disease why be happy yourself?” Well it’s a calculated risk. And it seems as though the pros weigh more than cons.
If it’s just going to be the pain, then I’d rather have it.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Entry 13
In all of the 15 years I have been living, I can't really count the times I have been soul searching.
And what I mean by soul searching is the finding God kind of thing. Wondering if he is really here, with us or the if the concept of God is just something for us human beings to hold on to.
Just something for us to believe in.
Well, in the times that I have been soul searching, I just happen to pop a question to my family, friends, old friends, enemies, random people, you know anyone.
"Is God here with us?"
These are some of the responses I have recieved:
"Of course He is! Are you kind of some freaking atheist?! Come on let's finish the Rosary."
"Ahahahahahahahaha, are you kidding me? He doesn't FUCKING EXIST ya hear me?"
"Uy wag mo sabihin yan baka marinig niya tayo. Kung ano ano pa mangyayari sa atin."
"I don't know. And I frankly don't care because I've been doing fine with out Him."
"Putaragis kang bata ka! Wag ka magisip ng ganyan."
"Because God loves you and me I know He's here."
"He is. Sometimes in weird ways. But He is."
"I ain't sure really. If He's here or not, I know I've been able to get by."
"Sure He is. I know so because of 2 things. 1) Look at all of the good that has been happening. Heh I know that's him. 2) Look at all of the shitty things that has happened to me, I know He's biting my ass to keep me in shape."
"Hahaha I'll believe so if money comes out of thin air and a chorus of angles come with it."
"Ah bahala na kung dyan naman siya o hindi, nadyan naman ang mga kaibigan at pamilya ko. Yung kaya ko lang gawin ay pasalamatan siya eh."
"Sana naman nandito siya, nakakapamura talaga minsan, sana di naman tayo iniwanan dito."
"Maybe so, I'd like to think He's here. To see the good we've done and help us in sustaining them. But sometimes I wish he wasn't here at times, because he might see the crappy things we've done in this world."
A yes, a no, a maybe, a fuck off and alot more types of responses.
Still after all of these responses, I still can't really find my answer to that question.
Because after all you do have to wonder, with all this crap happening to us how the hell can he be here?
With all the disasters, sickness, wars, deaths how the hell can He be here?
He can't possibly be here right?
Maybe, maybe so. But what I think is that He's here to see us change. Maybe He's not directly trying to change us.
Just like a bike He gives us our training wheels, but He has to take them away so we can learn.
In spite of everything, in spite of being flung into the cesspool of life, He is probably there waiting for us to stand up.
After all life is about learning, and one of them is learning to stand up again.
So I guess my answer is yes.
Although I may sound like a crazy asshole when I say so, I still say with conviction:
"He's here. I can feel it. Hey he may be an asshole be sending us all this crap. But He's a wise nice asshole. I think He knows what He is doing by waiting right here with us."
And what I mean by soul searching is the finding God kind of thing. Wondering if he is really here, with us or the if the concept of God is just something for us human beings to hold on to.
Just something for us to believe in.
Well, in the times that I have been soul searching, I just happen to pop a question to my family, friends, old friends, enemies, random people, you know anyone.
"Is God here with us?"
These are some of the responses I have recieved:
"Of course He is! Are you kind of some freaking atheist?! Come on let's finish the Rosary."
"Ahahahahahahahaha, are you kidding me? He doesn't FUCKING EXIST ya hear me?"
"Uy wag mo sabihin yan baka marinig niya tayo. Kung ano ano pa mangyayari sa atin."
"I don't know. And I frankly don't care because I've been doing fine with out Him."
"Putaragis kang bata ka! Wag ka magisip ng ganyan."
"Because God loves you and me I know He's here."
"He is. Sometimes in weird ways. But He is."
"I ain't sure really. If He's here or not, I know I've been able to get by."
"Sure He is. I know so because of 2 things. 1) Look at all of the good that has been happening. Heh I know that's him. 2) Look at all of the shitty things that has happened to me, I know He's biting my ass to keep me in shape."
"Hahaha I'll believe so if money comes out of thin air and a chorus of angles come with it."
"Ah bahala na kung dyan naman siya o hindi, nadyan naman ang mga kaibigan at pamilya ko. Yung kaya ko lang gawin ay pasalamatan siya eh."
"Sana naman nandito siya, nakakapamura talaga minsan, sana di naman tayo iniwanan dito."
"Maybe so, I'd like to think He's here. To see the good we've done and help us in sustaining them. But sometimes I wish he wasn't here at times, because he might see the crappy things we've done in this world."
A yes, a no, a maybe, a fuck off and alot more types of responses.
Still after all of these responses, I still can't really find my answer to that question.
Because after all you do have to wonder, with all this crap happening to us how the hell can he be here?
With all the disasters, sickness, wars, deaths how the hell can He be here?
He can't possibly be here right?
Maybe, maybe so. But what I think is that He's here to see us change. Maybe He's not directly trying to change us.
Just like a bike He gives us our training wheels, but He has to take them away so we can learn.
In spite of everything, in spite of being flung into the cesspool of life, He is probably there waiting for us to stand up.
After all life is about learning, and one of them is learning to stand up again.
So I guess my answer is yes.
Although I may sound like a crazy asshole when I say so, I still say with conviction:
"He's here. I can feel it. Hey he may be an asshole be sending us all this crap. But He's a wise nice asshole. I think He knows what He is doing by waiting right here with us."
Entry 12
Sleep child sleep for life has kicked you off your feet.
For when you wake, your sanity is at stake.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Dry your eyes for you have promises to keep.
And show the world your alright, give or take.
Be still, be still, for stillness heals rents oh so deep.
Though gunshots are fired, appear gentle and meek.
So that you may hear lamentations not only you make.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Breath in, breath out, let out the sorrow you keep.
Make anger flow, make it not into hate.
Be still, be still, for stillness heals rents oh so deep.
Keep moving, keep breathing, keep living, take a chance to leap.
Hope that you may have not been too late.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Wide and awake, ready to face the world in victory or defeat.
Until the day you reach your expiration date.
Be still, be still, for stillness heals rents oh so deep.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
For when you wake, your sanity is at stake.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Dry your eyes for you have promises to keep.
And show the world your alright, give or take.
Be still, be still, for stillness heals rents oh so deep.
Though gunshots are fired, appear gentle and meek.
So that you may hear lamentations not only you make.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Breath in, breath out, let out the sorrow you keep.
Make anger flow, make it not into hate.
Be still, be still, for stillness heals rents oh so deep.
Keep moving, keep breathing, keep living, take a chance to leap.
Hope that you may have not been too late.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Wide and awake, ready to face the world in victory or defeat.
Until the day you reach your expiration date.
Be still, be still, for stillness heals rents oh so deep.
Be brave, be brave, be silent for the road ahead is steep.
Entry 11
A man walks silently on the street, sunken red eyes looking at earth below him. A light crease of something familiar in his pockets, and they smell of gunpowder. His damp face lookingquite gloomy, bumps into a woman. Not just any woman, but a woman with a fit body beautiful face, crying. Both stutter for they have seen each other face to face, and heartbeats rise.
Soon after that night, letters are sent, kisses are exchanged and hearts entwine. Then man with the thought of death sought new life with her. And the woman heart crushed, picked up the pieces with him. Many years pass, and finally the man decided to marry her, exchanging vows the commit. The chains they formed were never thought broken. Sadly, the chains were made of iron, and iron rusts.
They began to drift away from each other, the woman tried to go near the man showing his letters of devotion and loved. She was only to be shunned, and would see hin only when dawn breaks. Smelling a faint smell of alcohol in the air. One day, he finally left and this time the letter he left wasn't about love. The woman picked it up only filled with rage and disgust.
"I'm gay."
Soon after that night, letters are sent, kisses are exchanged and hearts entwine. Then man with the thought of death sought new life with her. And the woman heart crushed, picked up the pieces with him. Many years pass, and finally the man decided to marry her, exchanging vows the commit. The chains they formed were never thought broken. Sadly, the chains were made of iron, and iron rusts.
They began to drift away from each other, the woman tried to go near the man showing his letters of devotion and loved. She was only to be shunned, and would see hin only when dawn breaks. Smelling a faint smell of alcohol in the air. One day, he finally left and this time the letter he left wasn't about love. The woman picked it up only filled with rage and disgust.
"I'm gay."
Entry 10
Well you sir?
Would you like a slice?
Just a little bite.
You wouldn't have to think twice.
I just sell cheese. Yes cheese!
This small little dairy product.
Enough to fullfill your stomach.
What kind of cheese? All kinds sir!
We have Cheddar.
Almost nothing better.
Try a bit of Mozzarella or Parmesan!
Camembert, Danish, Polish?! Tell me man!
Wouldn't you buy any of them please?
Why buy any of these?
Because sir, it would almost go with anything!
Did you try the cheesecake? It was quite a pick.
Or maybe the cheese sandwhiches? With the chesse in it you can put everything.
Pizza with Mozzarella quite my especiality.
My spaghetti with Parmesan its recipe hidden in secrecy.
Or my cheese can be eaten alone.
If you think it is better than any calzone.
Well sir? Would you like a slice?
I can still lower the price.
Would you like a slice?
Just a little bite.
You wouldn't have to think twice.
I just sell cheese. Yes cheese!
This small little dairy product.
Enough to fullfill your stomach.
What kind of cheese? All kinds sir!
We have Cheddar.
Almost nothing better.
Try a bit of Mozzarella or Parmesan!
Camembert, Danish, Polish?! Tell me man!
Wouldn't you buy any of them please?
Why buy any of these?
Because sir, it would almost go with anything!
Did you try the cheesecake? It was quite a pick.
Or maybe the cheese sandwhiches? With the chesse in it you can put everything.
Pizza with Mozzarella quite my especiality.
My spaghetti with Parmesan its recipe hidden in secrecy.
Or my cheese can be eaten alone.
If you think it is better than any calzone.
Well sir? Would you like a slice?
I can still lower the price.
Entry 9
Why keep waking up early?
Why keep studying?
Why keep brushing your teeth?
Why do homework?
Why practice?
Why work?
Why pray?
Why believe?
Why have faith?
Why respect?
Why trust?
Why give?
Why love?
Why live?
I don't know, you tell me.
Why keep studying?
Why keep brushing your teeth?
Why do homework?
Why practice?
Why work?
Why pray?
Why believe?
Why have faith?
Why respect?
Why trust?
Why give?
Why love?
Why live?
I don't know, you tell me.
Entry 8
Click. She switches off the safety. She slowly aims the gun at the man's head. She knows who he is. She knows why she has a gun. She knows what to do next. The man says, "Hey take it easy! It wasn't me. You know that sister of yours has been doing drugs. She can't tell if it was me that raped her. But I guess you already know that." Face smiling but heart pounding, he slowly grabs his gun. With a face that you would feel convinced that he was truthful, but with eyes of a shifting serpent that spelled deceit, the man says, "Come on, lower the gun." But the woman can see through his lies, she reminices the moment her sister came home. She remembered the floral bikini that her sister wore, she remembered the bruises on her sisters body. She felt once again the tears rolling down her face dripping slowly on her lap. The woman closed her eyes. with gun loaded, ready to fire she said, "Die asshole." Bang. Bang. 2 quick flashes of light. Bang. A heartbeat later another flash. The woman cringed as the bullet tore through her leg. The writhed in pain for the shells made contact with skin. Vision fading, gazes towards her and prepares to take one last shot. Bang. Breathing heavily, the woman drops the gun after the man ceased to breath. Although crimson blankets the floor, she still cringes in pain for what she lost and what else there is still to live for.
Justice is red.
Justice is red.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Entry 7
In the beginning there was a Loss
Which led to a Need
Which led to a Desire
Which led to an Attempt
Which led to a Robbery
Which led to an Anxiety
Which led to an Fight
Which led to an Accident
Which led to a Murder
Which led to Panic
Which led to Desparation
Which led to an Escape
Which led to an Investigation
Which led to Handprints
Which led to a Chase
Which led to an Insanity
Which led to a Face Off
Which led to a Bullet in the Heart.
There was a man who had lost someone.
He had a plan.
He made a mistake.
He killed.
He left a trace.
He ran.
In the end, he was killed.
Blood will always stain.
Which led to a Need
Which led to a Desire
Which led to an Attempt
Which led to a Robbery
Which led to an Anxiety
Which led to an Fight
Which led to an Accident
Which led to a Murder
Which led to Panic
Which led to Desparation
Which led to an Escape
Which led to an Investigation
Which led to Handprints
Which led to a Chase
Which led to an Insanity
Which led to a Face Off
Which led to a Bullet in the Heart.
There was a man who had lost someone.
He had a plan.
He made a mistake.
He killed.
He left a trace.
He ran.
In the end, he was killed.
Blood will always stain.
Entry 6
Vince's Schedule:
5:00 am - Wake up
5:00 to 7:00 am - Work Out and jog
7:00 to 7:30 am - Prepare for work and eat breakfast
7:30 to 8:00 am - Get to work
8:00 to 12:00 noon - Presentation and transferal of files
12:00 to 1:00 pm - Eat lunch and jog
1:00 to 4:00 pm - Finish up and land 3 accounts
4:00 to 5:00 pm - Deposit pay-day cash
6:00 to 7:00 pm - Get home and jog
7:00 to 8:00 pm - Eat dinner and clean up
8:00 to 10:00 pm - Prepare for the next day
10:00 pm - Set alarm clock to 5:00 am and sleep
For him time is scheduled, organized, forced and monotonus.
Jas' Schedule:
Now until the day I die - Live life to the fullest. Have no regrets. Believe in yourself. Do what you believe is right.
For him time is precious, limited, irrevocable and used wisely.
After all the only time is now.
5:00 am - Wake up
5:00 to 7:00 am - Work Out and jog
7:00 to 7:30 am - Prepare for work and eat breakfast
7:30 to 8:00 am - Get to work
8:00 to 12:00 noon - Presentation and transferal of files
12:00 to 1:00 pm - Eat lunch and jog
1:00 to 4:00 pm - Finish up and land 3 accounts
4:00 to 5:00 pm - Deposit pay-day cash
6:00 to 7:00 pm - Get home and jog
7:00 to 8:00 pm - Eat dinner and clean up
8:00 to 10:00 pm - Prepare for the next day
10:00 pm - Set alarm clock to 5:00 am and sleep
For him time is scheduled, organized, forced and monotonus.
Jas' Schedule:
Now until the day I die - Live life to the fullest. Have no regrets. Believe in yourself. Do what you believe is right.
For him time is precious, limited, irrevocable and used wisely.
After all the only time is now.
Entry 5
Another day dawns, its black wings spread in glory only to fold and be transformed into wings of white purity.
The horrid face of the demon is converted into a face of a babe, without the slightest hint of evil.
Its body of jagged destruction, no longer exists just a body of a young untouched soul.
Hallowed weapons, its tools to enslave and torment.
A bow and arrows.
With these the demon, it travels far and wide and its victim is anyone and because no one can escape.
The demon cunningly and unsuspectingly strikes.
It takes aim and damages not only the body but the heart.
It enslaves lives for others, it torments those who keep the wound bleeding in their hearts and its scars those who try to forget.
It hypnotizes others to do the impractical. It breathes to life insanity.
The rent it leaves retains with you 'till the day you rest.
But hey, someone has to do it.
The horrid face of the demon is converted into a face of a babe, without the slightest hint of evil.
Its body of jagged destruction, no longer exists just a body of a young untouched soul.
Hallowed weapons, its tools to enslave and torment.
A bow and arrows.
With these the demon, it travels far and wide and its victim is anyone and because no one can escape.
The demon cunningly and unsuspectingly strikes.
It takes aim and damages not only the body but the heart.
It enslaves lives for others, it torments those who keep the wound bleeding in their hearts and its scars those who try to forget.
It hypnotizes others to do the impractical. It breathes to life insanity.
The rent it leaves retains with you 'till the day you rest.
But hey, someone has to do it.
Entry 4
Lub, dub. Lub, dub. Lub, dub. The pilot's heart beats. Slowly rising as he prepares to take off. He looks at his wallet for one last time, staring at a beautiful picture of a woman holding his hand with her well-pampered petite hand, smiling without the slightest hint of anxiety. The pilot then puts the wallet back into his pocket, and slowly pushes forward the lever of acceleration. The engine roars to life, emiting an azure haze of power. The black plane slowly moves through the smooth paved road. Then, the pilot fully pushes the lever all the way and makes the plane bring him into the sky. For a moment he is truly happy, seeing the clouds float around him. Hearing the air rushing through him. He climbs and climbs higher, spinning without a care in the world. He looks out into the sunset appreciating its beauty. Then the next moment a blip in the radar, no 2, wait 3. A red light flashes. The pilot sighs, and quickly making the plane twist and turn. Explosions erupting from all sides and the happiness evaporates into anger, pain and despair.
The beauty of the sky can only distract you for so long.
The beauty of the sky can only distract you for so long.
Entry 3
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he curses. Is he going to end up like his kind? He doesn't know, but its sure does look like it. Suddenly hot boiling water comes out of nowhere. He tries to scream out in pain but he can't for he is dispersed and melting. "Crap what the hell is happening?! I'm spread out and screwed around! Oh no, what the hell is that white crap?!" he ponders to himself. And he is right 2 powdery mixtures merge into to him and the scalding water. Before he was black, not just black, but dark black. But now he turned into a creamy brown color. "Is it over?' he says, too bad it isn't. Now a silver rod makes a vortex of the mixture pulling him he can't resist, after all he's been screwed with the water. While he is disoriented, he is brought up into the taste buds of the huge creature. And in that creature more horrors await him.
"Damn, that was a nice cup of coffee.", said Russ.
"Damn, that was a nice cup of coffee.", said Russ.
Entry 2
[All of the Entry posts were produced out of boredrom]
Light once again breaks through the caged door for yet another day.
Steel chains, once shining now rusting, clink into life.
The once bright colors of the man's clothes now ripped and faded.
He groans wishing he never woke up, wishing the light never came.
The scars of yesterday still haven't healed, yet the wounds of today still have yet to come.
His prosecutor and persecutor unlocks his chains, although he sighes and shakes his head.
Dragged along the same road once again to be brought to the tyrant.
"Entertainment" is what the scarred man was called.
Beaten, stabbed, insulted, burned, tortured. All those has happned to the man, and it will stay that way for quite a while.
For his true chains aren't broken, just released for sheer "entertainment" to bleed out of him.
This was his life, his curse and his punch line.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
Light once again breaks through the caged door for yet another day.
Steel chains, once shining now rusting, clink into life.
The once bright colors of the man's clothes now ripped and faded.
He groans wishing he never woke up, wishing the light never came.
The scars of yesterday still haven't healed, yet the wounds of today still have yet to come.
His prosecutor and persecutor unlocks his chains, although he sighes and shakes his head.
Dragged along the same road once again to be brought to the tyrant.
"Entertainment" is what the scarred man was called.
Beaten, stabbed, insulted, burned, tortured. All those has happned to the man, and it will stay that way for quite a while.
For his true chains aren't broken, just released for sheer "entertainment" to bleed out of him.
This was his life, his curse and his punch line.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
Entry 1
[This has no title for I have not given it one as well as the next few posts]
There was once a woman, and damn she was beautiful. She had long radiant brown hair, a pinkish-white complexion. She had perfect teeth, a beautiful bright smile and a fit and beautiful body. She was a woman you would drool at, sadly she couldn't see any of these qualites. She was blind.
Every man that was attracted by her was bothered by that single fact, so she knows what it has been like to feel like she was being brought up to the heavens above, only to crash and burn into the ground. But luckily, there was this one man who always stuck with her being her friend for life. He was never bothered by the fact that she was blind, so soon after being friends for such a long time they decided to be a couple.
They were content with their lives until a single wish sang out of the woman's mouth, "I want to see you, my love." Knowing that it was an honest request, the man went to arrange an operation for her. The woman was glad that she was about to see again and she thanked the man. After operation, she made her new eyes open to the light for the first time. And all she saw was a blind man. Saddened by this fact, "Why didn't you tell me?" she said while holding back her tears. But before the man could explain she left him. He was devastated and the only thing he did was leave a note for her and took his own life. The woman who could now see read the note. Now those tears she was holding back flooded through out her face.
"Take care of my eyes honey..."
There was once a woman, and damn she was beautiful. She had long radiant brown hair, a pinkish-white complexion. She had perfect teeth, a beautiful bright smile and a fit and beautiful body. She was a woman you would drool at, sadly she couldn't see any of these qualites. She was blind.
Every man that was attracted by her was bothered by that single fact, so she knows what it has been like to feel like she was being brought up to the heavens above, only to crash and burn into the ground. But luckily, there was this one man who always stuck with her being her friend for life. He was never bothered by the fact that she was blind, so soon after being friends for such a long time they decided to be a couple.
They were content with their lives until a single wish sang out of the woman's mouth, "I want to see you, my love." Knowing that it was an honest request, the man went to arrange an operation for her. The woman was glad that she was about to see again and she thanked the man. After operation, she made her new eyes open to the light for the first time. And all she saw was a blind man. Saddened by this fact, "Why didn't you tell me?" she said while holding back her tears. But before the man could explain she left him. He was devastated and the only thing he did was leave a note for her and took his own life. The woman who could now see read the note. Now those tears she was holding back flooded through out her face.
"Take care of my eyes honey..."
Risk
[Made this a few years ago]
Risking. The thing we do most in life.
Why you ask? It's simple really.
To walk, is to risk not walking ever again.
To dream, is to risk being different.
To love, is to risk getting hurt.
To live, is to risk dying.
Everything has a risk. The pain is there.
It will always be.
Those who risk get hurt, lose,and even killed.
Those who don’t risk are safe, protected.
But is that what life is? Is it that is worth living for?
To be safe? To die without earning for something?
Is that enough to be content with?
I don’t think so.Think about it. My say is this.
But those who risk learn, change, and live.
They truly live for something, someone because they don’t think inwards.
But those who don’t risk don’t live. They just get stuck in their shell.
Thinking about what will keep them safe. They don’t learn how to dream.
They don’t learn how to love. To give. To live.
So now risking doesn’t seem so bad now huh?
Risking is just part of life. What risks we chose defines us.
As people who,love dream and dare.
It really just tries to make us better people.
To make us who we are meant to be. It gives us chance to change.
To risk, is to live life to the fullest.
Risking. The thing we do most in life.
Why you ask? It's simple really.
To walk, is to risk not walking ever again.
To dream, is to risk being different.
To love, is to risk getting hurt.
To live, is to risk dying.
Everything has a risk. The pain is there.
It will always be.
Those who risk get hurt, lose,and even killed.
Those who don’t risk are safe, protected.
But is that what life is? Is it that is worth living for?
To be safe? To die without earning for something?
Is that enough to be content with?
I don’t think so.Think about it. My say is this.
But those who risk learn, change, and live.
They truly live for something, someone because they don’t think inwards.
But those who don’t risk don’t live. They just get stuck in their shell.
Thinking about what will keep them safe. They don’t learn how to dream.
They don’t learn how to love. To give. To live.
So now risking doesn’t seem so bad now huh?
Risking is just part of life. What risks we chose defines us.
As people who,love dream and dare.
It really just tries to make us better people.
To make us who we are meant to be. It gives us chance to change.
To risk, is to live life to the fullest.
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