#thelostrose

In the world of LIGHT, power is not measured by force.

It is measured by balance.

This is inconvenient for those who enjoy shouting, waving staffs about, or dramatically declaring themselves “chosen.” (I tried that once. The world politely ignored me and continued being itself.)

Magic here does not explode on command. It waits. It listens. It considers whether you actually know what you are doing. And if you do not, it has a habit of teaching you — gently, but thoroughly.

This is why spells are spoken carefully.

Why consequences ripple instead of strike.

Why small beings matter far more than conquerors.

In LIGHT, magic behaves like an ecosystem, not a weapon. Every action creates a response. Every gift asks for responsibility. Every imbalance leaves a mark that cannot be swept away with a clever apology. (I have attempted the clever apology. Several times.)

Heroes here do not arrive fully formed. They hesitate. They doubt. They grow into themselves slowly, like roots finding water underground.

A flying frog is not important because he can fly.

He is important because he should not exist — and yet, here he is.

LIGHT does not reward spectacle. It rewards restoration. The quiet solution. The patient hand. The choice that lasts longer than applause.

If this world feels gentle, it is because gentleness here is intentional.

If it feels restrained, it is because restraint is wisdom.

And if it feels alive…

That is because it is listening.

(So do mind your thoughts. They echo.)

Like the title says. It's about not being good enough. I mean we all fail sometimes. Sometimes its just a school exam and sometimes wrong life choices.

We put our minds in a state that says that we should be the best. Climbing on worlds ladder. Achieving new goals. Being better and better with every day in our lives.

Its not just about self-satisfaction.

We are trying to prove the world and other people that we are better than they are.

But sometimes it just make everything worse.

We are crossing our lines to make the impossible come true.

We are drawing in our expectations. With every failure we are going deeper and deeper into a dark nothingness.

∆Keep your souls tight people∆

I like night road trips

U can look into

completely darkness

Outside the car window

Thinking about every

Situation that could but

Is not happening in my life

From life dreams

To sad memories

I calculate every bad

Or happy day

Sometimes I try

To write the perfect

Script for special happening

That I know that

I’ll never need them

That's the time

When I actually realize

How my life

Could look like

If I wouldn’t just think about it

And actually do something

To make it happen

And that's the time

When I remembered

How weak I actually am

I know that I said that

I like this night road trip

But the reason for that is

That I’m happy

That although I can’t

Make my dreams happen

I still have that stupid hope

What makes me still alive.

∆Keep your souls tight people∆

16/01/2018

Its always so or its just only me?

There is this kind of situation when you are waiting for your bus at the bus station then one of student from your class is coming and he's acting like he doesn't know you although you know each other for 3 years.

No “hey” or something. Just this cold look like you were not there.

In this kind of situation I really think whether I am not invisible.

Keep your souls tight people

One day, week, month

Every single change

Makes me more depressed

Watching Every person from the hospital building

Observe their big problems

From such a big distance

Make them less important

Every small Mind

Every problem or sadness

Build the whole fog on the streets

Hugging the city around gently

These People are like ants in the whole universe

Trying to change something

Make differences

Turn our lives completely

Sadly they don't know

They are just a small part of the mess

That's making us sad every single time

While waiting for something positive to happen

Every day

Every week or month

Even years

Look the same for most of our population

Thinking about any improvement

Is kinda sad and sarcastic

Compering to the fact

That we are doing nothing to let this happen

When you look carefully

You can see small lights in the fog

But don't let you think it's the thing

That supposed to save us all

That are not some kind of 'good' people

Its more sad that you think

These lights show how stupid we are

Attempting to make differences

We are hiding our faces behind phones

That small boxes that ruined everything

Human being was able to create

Everything that could make us happy

We are pretending the perfect lives

Posting photos every day to show how happy we are

To share our happiness with the others

But how happy are we actually?

The internet should connect people

Make the relationship between humans

More easy 

Giving us the best opportunity to meet new people

This make us more weak

We can't face normal conversation in real life

We are hiding ourselves behind fake accounts

To be better

Instead of doing something to make it real

Every day

Every week or month

Even years

We let ourselves to lose our minds completely

Sadly there is no way back

To be that person we were one day

∆ I think this is the first thing I ever wrote, so I know its bad. I kinda mixed poem with a school essay abot social media. At the beginning I didn't want to post it but it has something nostalgic. Anyway like I said I'm going to post every shit so screw that. ∆

Keep your souls tight people