WHY ?

 

Weird how can a person or a feeling change a life. I had my new piece written down and ready to fly, when a stronger thought hit my head: “WHY?”   

Meeting some old friends, old memories; yet, confusion surrounding everywhere.  Wasn’t quite sure if it was just me or others too. Awkward was nothing but everything. And words started hitting.
Do we fight because we want to? Or Do we fight because we have to? Or Do we fight because we love to?

Simply, the question is WHY! You keep on pulling and pushing till no end, knowing you are just a Destiny’s mopping; yet, we still fight. Way too hopeful believing you could do, while there’s a huger force spelling on your way.

As bright as the sun, you pick your own way. “It’s the high way or my way”, people say. Usually, they don’t get it; interpreting it the bad way round. You sync in a pond full of knives, spins and electric sharks; full of sticky mud pulling you to hell and pushing you away from home. Home is where your heart is. Your heart could be a book, a career, a person or a place; it’s never just where you grew up. It is part though, a major one. The one that makes you realize who you are, what you need and what you gonna do.

Yet, what’s so confusing is the struggle we live to determine how we grow. Struggling ideologies, people, behaviors, cultures and SELF. You struggle the “I wanna do person who is on the inside” and the “I don’t know how to do person who is on the outside”. If you do, be happy; deep down you are original, no copy.

Struggling your life, your circumstances does not make you less original than you really are. No magical print machines can copy you or me or them. We imitate because we survive. We try because we believe. We fight because we live. We live because we memorize. We memorize because we struggle. Struggle is what keeps us going, loving what we do and hoping for a better tomorrow.

Scents are made to be sniffed, sniffing is living. Sniff your tires; sniff them all till they soak in. When you do, you will believe; even more than believe, you will love. Love brings you back to life; making everything fall into part.

Love is desirous, ambitious, strong, fulfilling and warm. You don’t have to fall for somebody to feel loved; but, loving you is it. YOU deserve to be loved, cherished, pampered and appreciated. Pampering you is miraculous, it heals pain, softens injuries and breaks darkness. When love happens, magically WHY falls into part. Everything will be much clearer than earlier, crystal clear that you can smile to self for a hopeful selfie.

Enjoy your heart, enjoy your wisdom, knock out your insanity, run over numbness, pull over happiness and enjoy what’s left of love. That is what my WHY answered; think you can get yours too?

 HAVE A MARVELOUS WEEKEND :)

Just Humane :)

Why don’t fish drown?
Stupid question, NO? Was at my girlfriend’s swimming pool when it stroke my head.
Why don‘t they really drown, when other creatures do? Simply, they are meant to.

Just like us are meant to struggle to learn; learn to appreciate; appreciate to believe; believe to have faith.
Faith.. what faith, in a world full of distraction; a world full of misleads. I say faith of YOU!
We do get down and still get up; but why? You and I have the same reason not to keep going, break down and just let go.
Then, I heard it call me. Something telling me you are much, much more than this. You are made of steel, stronger than iron and higher than a mountain.

Conscious, do I have to believe? No, only within YOU.

Such a struggle I’ve had; maybe one of the toughest negotiations I ever had with me. I, had so many reasons to back off, walk away, and collapse all plays. But.. me, she had a say; one that tours into self and  stands up for right, never kills wrong but helps.

Mermaid pushed my head deep down to that ocean of hers; corals were pointy, full of spins but pretty. Quietly, getting darker; bubbles surrounding my head. Floating to surfaces, I saw them fade. A world of her own, she took me to.
And, I thought fish were safe. Sharks do exist but Nemoes always resist. Turns out, you could be “Nemo”; I could be too. You don’t have to be as big, dangerous as a shark to run oceans. In fact, people tend to enjoy clown fish’s glimpse.
You could be the tinniest, the weakest, the potential-less and still run galaxies. Yes. It is right within you.

Insane?
Have been always told so; but what do sane people take.. THE USUAL. You are un-usual. I hate usual. Following the herd could make you a good sheep; yet, leading it is a one’s job. A WILD HORSE.
Horses do get downs too. They just lean down, sniff waters, kick backwards and run free.

YOU are no sheep.
            But, wildly free.

                   And, I am no insane;
                                     Just humane!



PS:
- You can always enjoy being down; just don’t let it drown you.
- Credits to Antar, the horse.