Along the Side of Nowhere

In this dream, I see light.

In this dream, I see the future.

In this dream, I am free.

In this dream, I can walk along with the wind.

In this dream, my mind is in control of what I can do.

In this dream, I am not in pain.

In this dream, I can touch the sky and slumber to its softness.

In this dream, I run wild.

In this dream, I am me.

In this dream, the day is night, and the night is the day.

In this dream, I am everything.

This is the downfall. The system is down. The most dominant is in danger of falling. Since then, it has been subjected to plenty of scrutiny, but we are still on Facebook. Why does it keep rising if it is falling? A lot of people are affected by what's happening. Everything depends on Facebook these days. Does that mean everything will stop if it doesn't work? How can it control so many things if it cannot control what is happening to it?

Have you ever tried to feel light and radiant? That feeling that everything is going to be okay. It certainly does not seem that way to me. I feel good today but not so good as to say I am radiant and light. There are still some worries in my bucket that are piling up. I wish one day that I could be light as cotton and radiant as the sun. What a great feeling that would be. What would it feel like without worries, nothing to think about, nothing occupying my thoughts? It is so rare to be in this mental state with nothing but clear thoughts lingering around.

Death. What is it? Is it the beginning or the end? As they say, to be born, to live, and to die are the rules of existence. But what if these rules are broken? What if the dead had risen again and made a choice to live? Will it be a sin or just a correction of the past? We all have certain limitations in our lives. Things don't always go as we would like them to. At times, these hopes never came true. Some of us will probably be on our deathbeds still hoping that someday we will still be able to fulfill our dreams. It is sad to think that even part of our past was a lie. One can live or die believing the people involved in some event truly exist. Only at the end will we realize that those had only been mere illusions to hide something or to hide the truth that would hurt us. The truth may sometimes need to be buried as well. Still, I wonder if a rule is broken, is there a punishment if it is refused to be corrected? How will this be solved? Is it possible for the dead to rise again.

We have to take care of our mental health the same way we care for our physical strength. 

Bullying is unacceptable. There is no excuse for this, and it must never be tolerated. No one has the right to hurt anyone at any time or anywhere. Bullying cannot ever be OK, no matter what circumstances or situations are involved. Bullying might result in mental, emotional, and social hardships for the victim. Even the strongest person will falter when bullied. A strong person can become weak, and a weak person can be frail. We all experience bullying at some point in our lives. Fortunately, I haven't had to experience any major bullying. We must never allow this to spread. We must eliminate this disease as soon as possible. It's so sickening. We must be brave enough to fight back against bullying, and not allow it to happen again.

Each day is the same. Everything I do, think, and say is the same. Even though it may happen in random circumstances, everything remains the same in the end. The day begins with an opening and ends with a closing. It will never end. I'm tired of repeating everything over and over. Should I just accept it as it is and live with it? It has to change. I need a break from this cycle. There must be an end to this. This must stop now.

Have you ever listened to subliminal music? I find it soothing to listen to, and it enhances the pursuit of my goal. My subconscious is trying to detect and sway something within me. It helped me find something I could not explain and adhere to. It tells my mind certain things I can't relate to, but it also lets me wonder a little while listening after a little while. So, is the music long enough to calm my twisted and confused mind?

My mouth can talk endlessly. I depend on it to make a living. It's not always easy for me. I have invested in it. However, I'm not sure if my words make sense. There was a script that did not work. I changed it, and the responses are much better now. I can't imagine what it's like when the world is silent. It would probably mean no more pain, no more fights, and no more wounds to heal. Even so, words have the power to kill.  

Mountains have crossroads, too.

The night is young but not my eyes. Though it is full of wonders, and tired of the works of life, I can see how it already aged.. so fast.