From the moment we are brought into this world we begin to experience life and the beautiful structures that nature grants us. Sadly, one of the most beautiful works of nature that is most underrated and appreciated by ourselves is ourself. The imperfect body created by two others that holds a subtle and conserved intellect because the mind is constantly bombarded with ideas and values defined by others to be the truth of life. The following short piece tries to symbolize how the world reflects what we think of ourselves.
I awoke from my slumber and find myself standing in the middle of a path I do not know. I see a light as bright as the sun which appears to lead to the end of the path so I begin to walk. As I am walking I look to the left of me and see a forest filled with beautiful plants. The grass as green as pure emeralds, roses as red as rubies and the curious animals constantly discovering the beauty of nature. I stop for a moment to embrace all of this because it was as if my senses were perceiving things for the very first time. My mind could not comprehend, my thought would not dare judge the complexities at work for something as simple as nature.
I then realized that this was just what was one side of the path so I looked onto the right side. To my amazement it looked exactly like the other side of the path only to realize they were merely giant mirrors stemming from one side all the way to the horizon. I could tell because I noticed how it was pinned to the ground and although the mirrors were aligned as far as I could see, they were still slight gaps in between each mirror. I wondered who had placed these mirrors here and for what purpose? What was behind these mirrors that had to be covered up? Clumsily, I almost walked into the mirrors because what was reflected seems so real and beautiful. I looked at how the mirrors were bolted down and tried to removed them by hand; this of course was impossible. So I peek in between the cracks of the mirrors yet I saw nothing. As odd as this may sound, I did not see pitch black or darkness, but it was as if I was staring nothingness in the eye. It had a colour and image that could not be described, something that was so incomprehensible it could not be questioned.
I realized how distracted I was, I had forgotten what was ahead of me and the light I had chosen to follow. I began to walk again so I walked. For god knows how long, hours? Days? Maybe even years. All I knew and saw was what was ahead of me, the light reaching as far and most likely beyond the path I walked. I looked again to the left and in shock I realized that the forest I once gazed upon was gone and there was wood and stone in an organized structure lying there. I continued to walk along the path and discovered that something was being built, a wall. I looked to the right and the mirrors still stood there, impersonating the reality that stood opposite me.
As I continued along the path, I noticed that the wall was beginning to take shape and the further I walked down, the more and more complete the wall looked. I continued to walk and once I noticed that the wall looked complete, I saw graffiti along side the wall. The graffiti contained phrases and profanities so demeaning and negative it eventually made me fall onto my knees and made me cry. I couldn’t open my eyes and look to the left so I decided to look to the right. I could see the wall and I could see the graffiti, but the words were in reverse. I couldn’t continue walking for quite some time. I had lost the will to walk. After some time I finally found the strength to pick myself up and walk towards the light again.
The difference is this time, I only walked because I had walked so far already, so it had become something done passively. I couldn’t ignore the wall to the left of me because it was constantly in the corner of my eye so I decided to walk and look to the right of me. At least I wouldn’t be able to read the phrases and profanities because they were backwards when I stared into the mirrors; however much I ignored to comprehend what I saw, the phrases were so simple and negative I constantly feared to look. Whenever I closed my eyes as I walked I would either bump into the wall or the mirrors, whenever I opened my eyes I saw more things I became afraid of. It had evolved beyond phrases and words that symbols and images were painted across the wall. This images although were backwards still conveyed that fear into my heart. Now looking at the mirror would be the same as looking at the wall itself. So I ran. I ran down the path towards the light.
I had reached the end of the path as an old and tired man stricken with fear. As I approached the end I noticed a bed waiting for me. I thought to myself, how long had I been running for? How long have I walked down this path? I longed for rest. I longed not to see the wall and it’s reflection. I needed my sleep. Lifeless and finished, I laid down in the bed which faced the light and look to the left of me and see the wall staring at me till the very last moment. I gazed upon the right of me and there wasn’t any more mirrors and finally I saw what was beyond. It wasn’t nothingness. It had colour and could be described. Grass as green as pure emeralds, roses as red as rubies and the curious animals constantly discovering the beauty of nature. It was the forest that I had first perceived. I closed my eyes and smiled. What a shame.
Happy Birthday Fiona May Anderson, I hope you had a wonderful day today. Always remember that even though the wall of society is reflected onto those mirrors, look beyond and see the beauty that you are.
@3 weeks ago with 2 notes
Lucifer and Michaelangelo are sitting on the edge of Heaven looking down upon the Earth.
“Do you see them down there Michael? They are condemned to eternal suffering.”
“What do you mean Brother?”
“They not know of Our Father and they will perish in the depths of Hell not knowing of Our Father.”
“How do you know they will perish in Hell?”
“Do not tell me I am the only one who can tell? The Humans may not be of Us.”
“Then are they of Him? I don’t think Father would take care of beings born from Him, I’m sure you know of the treaty formed after the War Of Realms.”
“I’ve read all pieces of history gathered possible in Heaven, but nothing tells of the birth of Adam only that he came into existence once the War had ended.”
“You worry too much brother! (Michael laughs at him) Why must you concern yourself with such things when Our Father knows all?”
“You know me Brother, I’m just curious when it comes to the Sons Of Adam.”
Lucifer notices two humans fighting over a loaf of bread.
“Say how about a duel Michael?”
“Hmmm, I don’t see why not. But let’s not be late for the meeting later, we better not get carried away!”
“Hah! I’m the Light-bearer! Your swords are no match for my orbs!”
“You’re getting carried away already! Haha.”
Meanwhile, in the Depths of Hell; Pride and Sloth: Two of the Seven Deadly Sins watches from below as he sees Lucifer wielding the Light orbs.
“Sloth, is that the boy?”
“Ehh? Whygahwakemeup?”
“Get the fuck up you lazy shit!”
“Uhh… Yeah, that’s him. One of the inferior Serpents thought he could sway him and just ended up getting killed.”
“Pfft, what a pathetic little shit. Still, we can’t do anything yet until the Treaty is broken. We just have to wait for the right time, if you’re right about this boy he’ll eventually come to us.”
Sloth begins to snore loudly.
“At least stay awake when I’m to you, you fuckwit!”
Pride kicks Sloth onto his head.
“Sumimasen.”
“And why are you speaking Japanese?!”
“Sorry.”
“… Let’s just go fuck with some of the new Souls we’ve captured, I love scaring the shit out of them.”
“Okayyy!”
@4 weeks ago with 1 note
I think I haven’t been on tumblr for a while because I didn’t really feel the need to express myself. I’ve actually been doing well in life, I’m not stressed about anything going on, but I can admit my love life has been on hiatus for quite some time now. I’ve avoided clubbing and hooking up and actually been in more control of my ‘un-sober’ state of mind whilst focusing on studying despite it not looking like that to my family. So I myself am questioning as to why I feel the urge to write something on my blog… If you don’t already know about me, I’m very bad at expressing myself; in fact I found the best way to convey what I mean often in found in pop culture, literature or different forms of analogies. So I think I’ll try and do that…
This dialogue is of an imagined story between God and a young Lucifer, the fallen angel known as the Devil.
“Why Father?! Why?”
“My son, you know of nothing, you understand of nothing, you are of nothing.”
“Then why do I live, bound these chains of emptiness, sadness and sorrow? Do I live to see the pain of the world as you idly watch your children suffer? Some Father you are.”
“SILENCE MY SON! Heed my warning Lucifer, do not question my judgement less not you be judged.”
“Yes Father… I shall not speak out of place again.”
Lucifer leaves God’s palace and dwells near the outer gates of heaven and sits in his regular spot and looks down upon hell, The Eternal Prison, as he thinks to himself.
“I know nothing… I am nothing… Ridiculous! Father is the one who knows nothing. What does Father know? What do these humans know? They are of nothing. Some live in fear of Father, some do not at all, and some do not even know the exist of Our Father but in the end, it is all meaningless. Why? That I do not know. I’m not quite sure if even Father knows what he is doing.”
A snake appears from the darkness on the other side of the gate and begins to talk to Lucifer.
“Who is your Father?”
Lucifer arms himself with the light-bearing orb appearing to be hostile towards the snake.
“Where did you come from Serpent?! How did you get up here?”
“That is of no importance young boy. You ask many questions, but have so little answers.”
“Stray away from the Light Serpent! Thy twisted tongue is poisoned with corruption and disorder.”
“And where did you hear that from? Your Father or Yourself?”
“The Light feels your dark presence and fears it, I am a warrior, I shall defeat you!”
The snake stands upright and hisses at the Light.
“Then why don’t you strike me down already? Do you fear me young one?”
“I do not.”
“Then strike upon thy head and slain what evil you find within me! I can tell, you are not the one who is afraid, but the Light is. Are you of the Light?”
Lucifer draws his weapon back.
“… Speak before my mind thinks otherwise.”
“Young boy, I can see the future… You are destined for greatness. You shall obtain limitless power, power which the likes of your brothers and sisters had never seen before… Power which your Father could never obtain.”
Before the Serpent could speak anymore, Gabriel, a Brother Angel strikes the serpent down.
“Begone you vile creature! Down to the pits of damnation where you belong! Are you okay Brother?”
“Why… Why did you kill him?”
“Because he was evil.”
“You are the evil one! You attacked him without reason!”
“The reason being is that he is of evil!”
“Am I of evil?
“What?”
“Am I… Are all of us of evil, or of good?”
“If we are beside Our Father and the Light then we are of good, are we not?”
“I’m not too sure Brother… I’m not too sure.”
This piece is unfinished and probably won’t be for a long time. I’ll update it every now and then, extending the post and redefining it. If they’re any spelling, grammar or punctuation errors please let me know so I can fix it!
@1 month ago with 3 notes
Solely for the attention or to say, “Whoever said happy birthday doesn’t really know me at all.” or some other bullshit like that; it’s like BITCH PLEASE! No-one gives a fuck! There’s no chance you’re going to memorize 500+ birthdays just because you have them on facebook, that’s WHY facebook reminds us asshole. It’s fucktards like you that drain the shit out of facebook. Honestly, who can say you remember all your (good) mate’s birthday? I don’t. Does that make me a shit friend? No, fuck I don’t even like my own birthday, fuck that shit! I don’t even remember what happens on my birthday!… But that’s another story. I mean, a friendship is not defined by some silly bullshit like that, because honest-to-fucking-ly, it’s just another day. Personally, in my opinion birthdays are stupid. Sure you can celebrate it, but don’t get pissed off when someone doesn’t say, “Happy Birthday!” or doesn’t remember it’s your birthday because birthdays aren’t something that special, it’s not as if you’re getting pushed out of a vagina every single fucking year on the same day while your mother screams in pain and your father is just thinking, “This motherfucker better have been worth the worst nine months of my life” only to realize years later that their kid is a fucking retard, no. Just no. Get over it, birthdays are just another excuse, at my age, to get completely hammered. So to all those facebook whores and fuckfaces that ruin facebook with bullshit like that, fuck you!
@3 months ago with 3 notes
#random rant #just hatin' #fuck you #on a sidenote happy birthday ajay :)
The world we live in, is a world of many worlds. What do I mean by this? Well think of your life, what’s most important to you, your daily routine and essentially everything you interact with. It is a small world. You most likely have stayed in the same place for a long time that that place (however big it is) is your home. For example, I’m from Melbourne, Victoria. In Australia. This place is my home. It is my world. What is my world compiled of? University, games, work, mates and my mind. That’s just the basics. However think of someone else. Think of a friend. Someone you know. Imagine what means most to them. Their family maybe? Drugs and alcohol? Who knows. But that to them, is their own world. Their home.
You might wonder, how can I live in my own world yet not be apart of someone else’s? Well when I speak of worlds I don’t mean it in the literal physical sense that this certain ‘space’ is my world. No. I’m talking about the different meanings we’ve attached to the things and people we’ve interacted with. Everything is subjective. It’s not a matter of who’s world is more correct or who’s is more important, but a matter of knowing. Knowing that our world is not the most important. Knowing that our world is not the most correct. But knowing that our own world, is most important.
Well if my world is the most important then what about my mate’s world? Does it mean that their world is less important? Well look at it this way, if you actually do value and care about your mate and therefore his world, then his world is apart of yours. Worlds can overlap. Worlds are all connected. That is what it means to be human. To connect. To bridge yourself to others. To build and become who ‘you’ are through the many worlds that we share a bond with. To find who the ‘I’ truly is from experiencing the many different worlds we all are apart of.
We live in Many Different Worlds.
@4 months ago with 2 notes
