dream BIG

If there were ever a time to dare,
 to make a difference,
 to embark on something worth doing,
 it is now.
Not for any grand cause, necessarily—
 but for something that tugs at your heart,
 something that’s your aspiration,
 something that’s your dream.

You owe it to yourself to make your days here count.
Have fun.
Dig deep.
Stretch.

Dream big. 

Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy.
There will be good days.
And there will be bad days.
There will be times when you want to turn around,
 pack it up, and call it quits.
Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself,
 that you are not afraid to learn by trying.

Persist. 

Because with an idea,
 determination, and the right tools,
 you can do great things.
Let your instincts,
 your intellect,
 and your heart guide you.

Trust. 

Believe in the incredible power of the human mind.
Of doing something that makes a difference.
Of working hard.
Of laughing and hoping. Of lazy afternoons.
Of lasting friends.
Of all the things that will cross your path this year.

The start of something new brings the hope of something great.
Anything is possible.
There is only one you.
And you will pass this way only once.
Do it right.

Author Unknown

Numinosity; the catalyst for Luminosity

Bereft of purpose and craving answers...
That is life in a nutshell, at least so many of the enlightened would have us think. What are your thoughts? Does your quest have meaning? Has it been foretold? The journey of the thousand steps; look at the visages as you make your way through the doldrums and seek out the ones who share your tales or at the very least add flavor to them. Surrounded by seven billion and yet could feel so alone. Despondent and cold. Try to live as you would have your most precious jewel nurtured and loved. This one thing is all we've got notwithstanding what the know-it-alls and you-only-live-oncers have to say. But do not forget to live. Discover your passions by discovering the world. Uncover the good and yearn for love. Not from the passing crazes but from the ones who take the time to discover your pulchritude; your veneer (the corporeal) as well as the inner majesty. In those you will find hope and a reason to strive. Ambrosia's nectar is exuded from your pores and blesses the atmosphere with its fragrance. Why then should your thoughts be wasted on the uninitiated? You bloomed like an amaranth long ago and many still seek to claim you. Be careful for having noble intentions cannot be equated to practice and in the interlude many can fall victim to charm. So shine on. Bright as the flame undying; live a life lived. Be wise in thought and action as you travail.  And in the end; yes, there is eventually an end, you will uplift the spirits and the ones who come after for in their eyes you will see the truth so plainly written; it was all worth it...

Midnight's muses

Would it be wise to posit that they are fans of the dark? Surely they do see it as an ally, with their movements synchronized to its call and their disappearances predictable with its departure. Perhaps they are one in the same, or there is a never ending quest for one to subdue the other. The creatures never say for they are too haughty to speak of such mundane things. But while the night is at its zenith they charge.

So they whisper

Creatures stroll amidst the light of a pale moon, whispering amongst themselves. Always whispering, never a breath out of place. For all too important is the element of surprise. Where a split second miscalculation is enough to derail months of planning. And so the creatures whisper. They whisper and wait amidst the pale moon's light.

Emoticons

Let's see some of the reasons you should be like this ( ^ ) right now.
First of all, you're reading this...that should be enough right? True, but not quite there yet.
You can read, there are probably millions of people who can't (don't quote me on that but it's not hard to imagine)
You own a computer, giving you access to the world, to see things and do things that are virtually unimaginable
If you can distinguish between the shades, I'm guessing your eyesight is pretty good, may not be perfect but it's aight
Your mind must be functioning pretty well, why? See above.
You understand the symbolism behind the photo so you must've had enjoyable moments in your life
You have time to read this so your life must be swell, many people are enslaved, with no life of their own, enslaved physically, or to their jobs or other vices, and here you are being above the influence...good for you
You have a sense of humor, otherwise you wouldn't still be here
If you haven't realized it; you're reading English!! Many people all over the world would love to be in your shoes, without paying for all the lessons to get there
You have access to my other stuffs, good reads eh?
Your viewing contributes to my pageviews so I know I'm not alone in this, thanks ^-^
Your mere existence is making other people jealous and others very happy and fortunate to know you
Your actions and inactions have made people better and have changed the future for the better for innumerable people


You're alive, so live in the moment...

A Bunch of Cold Chocolates

"And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm
If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now"

A cold winter's night, cold enough to formulate deep thoughts, but still warm inside to not fall asleep. Are these the requirements for spiritual reflection? When the mind's eye is willing and able to transcribe mentality-provoking bursts of eloquence. I could relegate current feelings to that of calmness, quelling the usual racing feeling that governs my actions. I wish it could last...

Wake Me Up by Ed Sheeran

This song currently resonates...

I should ink my skin, with your name.And take my passport out again,and just replace it.See I could do without a tan on my left hand,where my fourth finger meets my knuckle.And I should run you a hot bath, fill it up with bubbles.
'Cause maybe you're loveable,and maybe you're my snowflake,and your eyes turn from green to grey,in the winter I'll hold you in a cold place.And you should never cut your hair,'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder, (mm)And you will never know, just how beautiful you are to me,but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.
And would you ever feel guilty? If you did the same to me.Would you make me a cup of tea, to open my eyes in the right way?And I know you love shrek, 'cause we've watched it twelve times.But, maybe you're hoping for a fairy-tale too, and if your DVD breaks today,You should've got a VCR, 'cause I'll never own the bluray, true say.
And I've always been shit at computer games, and your brother always beats me,And if I lost, i'd go all cross and chuck all the controllers at the tv, and then you'd laugh at me,and be asking me, if I'm going to be home next week,and then you'd lie with me, 'till I fall asleep,and flutter an eyelash on my cheek, between the sheets.
And you will never know, just how beautiful you are to me,but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.
And I think you hate the smell of smoke,you always try get me to stop,You drink as much as me, and I get drunk alot,So I take you to the beach, and walk along the sand,And I'll make you a heart pendant, with a pebble held in my hand.And I'll carve it like a necklace, so the heart falls where your chest is,And now a piece of me, is a piece of the beach, and it falls just where it needs to be, and rests peacefully.You just need to breathe, to feel my heart against yours now, against yours now.
But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.
Well maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up,I said maybe I fell in love, when you woke me up.

She Walks in Beauty

       She walks in beauty, like the night 

        Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 

    And all that's best of dark and bright 

        Meet in her aspect and her eyes: 

    Thus mellowed to that tender light 

        Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 

                                      

    One shade the more, one ray the less, 

        Had half impaired the nameless grace 

    Which waves in every raven tress, 

        Or softly lightens o'er her face; 

    Where thoughts serenely sweet express, 

        How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 

                                      

    And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, 

        So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, 

    The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 

        But tell of days in goodness spent, 

    A mind at peace with all below, 

        A heart whose love is innocent!

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Constructive Chaos (Born From a Quiet Night)

I'll give you a chance to find the words to say
The speeches or the arguments that have been harbored
The irate screeches that you could never quite create
Since a reason never existed 'fore this one
And this one was the crux

Herein lies the dilemma
The final curtain call
His coup de grace
As indecisive as his being
His nature has always been one of cowardice
Cowering in the shadow of possibility
Fearing where the No's might lead
And even more so the Yes's

Being skittish saved its life
But one never knows when to quit
To try new tricks
Picking up new picks
And giving up failing skits
Is it finally ready to skip to a new beat?

Tomorrow is a day never attained
And this contrasts with victory
Which in the end always wins
But this is not the end
Nor the commencement
It is what it is
And where it should be
Is victory

Will it Back to Existence

It's been over two whole years since I last posted on this page and boy aren't things different now. I wouldn't even know where to begin. It would appear that in many regards my life has gotten worse but at the same time there have been positive elements. The last time I wrote I just entered college and now I'm here during my final semester waiting for it to come to an end. Did the optimism die out? Do I now realize how bleak the world truly is? Have I changed for the better? Or have I changed at all? I don't know the answers to any of those questions, at least not right now. This blog was meant to be my sanctuary, where I could speak my mind, destressify, post about my friends and loved ones, try to inspire the ones I could and learn from the ones who could teach. What happened? Am I the one to blame for all of life's misfortunes or was this all inevitable; a result of fighting an endless battle. The truth is, I don't know anymore. Who am I? What is my quest? We're all trying to figure out this thing called life but we sometimes lose ourselves in the process. Not only ourselves but also some of the most precious things that we care about. I've lost quite a bit and I don't think I can ever get them back. Some I have lost, gained with such fervor but only to lose again with no hint of such a possibility, and land in a position even worse than before. There are things that you never see coming, the blows so deadly that their effects are realized only when months have strayed from the aftermath.

There are some things you think about daily
Ones that niggle at your being
Cannot be brushed off for they are you
A(n) (un)wanted essence once crept in
And burrowed deep within
I imagine those things
See them as clear as morning wisps
And as ethereal to the touch
The sun is bright but cannot move you
To the sounds of the dancing rifts
Its music felt; life's force strengthens