implore

time to break from this. time to relinquish the many vanities and mistakes we’ve undertook. our hearts suffocate deep inside with a hopeful desire but also conscious of the wires that wrap them tight, squeezing out all volition and zeal, all perseverance and thrill. squeezing them dead. Of all there is to say, I only know one that’s worth of pure truth: we’re broken. We can’t sympathize within ourselves. we are scared to accept our many flaws. maybe it would all feel better if we breathe in and out our imperfections, like we do with life, for they’re also part of who we are. acknowledging our differences, our biases, our unwarranted hatred. acknowledging that despite of all, we need each other. the other. the friend. the brother. the sister. a cry to unity. of course dissonance will always feel near, don’t forget that we can’t have the bad without the good. dissonance is as humane as we are. bad is as inhumane as we tend to be.

maybe we have forgotten how to truly share the marvelous life’s experiences. with all that emerges it would be completely understandable that we in fact lost all panache. with the endless national conflicts, wars and our utmost environmental destruction, it’s pretty easy to fall in this hurricane of cynicism. god knows how hard it is to see the positive lens on this. hell some of us give up. i feel so from time to time. reminding myself that it’s all a grand scheme designed to test every single molecules of my body, i can’t stand or let me blindly get sweep over by waves of indecisiveness. i have to fight back. the same applies to you, the same applies to us. whatever your inner soul may be lurking for: peace, friendship, love, wealth, success, it’s imperative to remember that nothing gets done alone. your path is a combination of what you want and who will unconditionally support you. i am aware that most of us nowadays may not be subjected to a reliable support system but that’s not an excuse not to look for something or someone to hold you in time of complete lost. it can be anything really: a song, a book, a dog, a brother, a lover, faith… it can be anything that your heart holds dear to. anything that may flicker a smile on your tired face, dry the tears from your restless eyes.

honest to say what does not feel right. honest to partake in things that you like. honest at the time to realize your self-worth, our grandiose importance to this life, this world. it can be better. it will get better for we would want our future progeny to experience the blue sky, the sun, the stars, the waterfalls, the rain. and for that to happen, it requires every single one of us. i know that words don’t carry much in face of countless tragedies but they are certainly a start to communication. talk to each other, write to each other, talk to yourself. language can heal. language can fix our plagues. language can lead to true freedom. implore, yes, we’re imploring ourselves to give us, to give each other a chance, a chance to change, a chance to accept, a chance to finally feel alive for the very first time.