Saturday, November 7, 2015

Blurred Lines On A Foggy Night

There is something eerie when you are not blind yet cannot see, or cannot see clearly. Like in a dark room, or when the sun flashes suddenly in your eyes and you’re left blind for a few seconds until your eyes adjust. That feeling of helplessness. Feeling powerless to what is surrounding you. You end up freezing in your place, rubbing frantically at your eyes. Hoping to get your sight back. You panic for a moment with the instincts of a prey on a tree full of hawks. It is an instinct that we as humans are born with, and is instilled in our minds from our human heritage. This instinct does not only affect our eyes though. It affects our mind and spirit just as our eyes in the face of confusion and disorientation. Our instinct then kicks in and freezes us and our thoughts.

Imagine a person who stands under a heavy waterfall. How the force of water hammers at him endlessly until he is on his knees and is unable to stand. This is our personalities in the face of endless challenges and struggles with coping up with the chaotic times that we live in. we stand confused and paralyzed like lost children wondering where is the ceiling and the floor. The greatest of challenges facing us in these times must be the ever continuous questions about morality. It is the fact that we were always taught by our parents and our guardians which is right from wrong, yet we grow up and are forced to unlearn all that was taught to us in hopes of surviving within society. It is a great difficulty to go against all your beliefs and values and even more difficult to dismiss those beliefs and values as being wrong and replacing them with the exact opposite.

Just take a long hard look at the faces of those around you on the road, at work or anywhere among the crowds. You will see the lines of hardships covering the faces of those that pass you by. Lines that were drawn by facing those questions of societal survival on a daily basis. The empty looks of those who wonder in hopes of finding distractions or better yet, finding the answers to the chaos in their minds.


The lines of society are ever shifting and ever illusive. It is set by those who remain silent when they see the road leads to chaos. We as humans face questions bigger than ourselves, and if we wish to reach an answer then we must evolve to become just as big as or even bigger than those questions. In the meantime, we must bring up every ounce of strength we possess and endure the waterfall. Open our eyes as wide as we can, and look upon the lines that separate sanity from insanity.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Dancing Stars

Tonight I was sitting in a coffee shop alone, reading and every once in a while lifting my head to notice faces around me. Observing a gesture, or noticing a smile. Those who are alone are not really alone. They are in the middle of all that is going on around them. Tuned to all the sounds near and far. But that is not the reason I write tonight.

A few little girls were waiting for their drinks next to me and talking about things that I did not pay attention to. But she stood next to me and started demonstrating to the other girls how she would dance. I looked up when I noticed her beside me dancing. She suddenly stopped, blushed and said "I'm sorry for dancing." I smiled and replied to her "it's ok, go ahead." What I really wanted to say though was little sweet girl keep on dancing. Dance to the world, dance to the stars and let your dancing be your words. I wanted to tell her to never stop dancing, never let your feet stop moving, for when you stop you declare your surrender. You raise your white tattered flag. You admit the end of the reasons that bring you joy.

Sweet little girl, don't listen to those who would sit you down. Who would aspire to see you helpless. Rather be the everlasting shining star that shines to end darkness, that in the far distance guide those who lose their way. The star that brings good fortune for the unfortunate.

Dance little girl, and let the world see your dancing. Whirl around and stomp your feet in protest or stop and fade off into the encroaching emptiness of darkness. In the end, I wish your life be a wonderful dance.