Rat Race Manifesto

There will be one day when all humans live in peace... Each one caring for only the simplest of things such as food, water, clothing shelter, etc. Anything more would be a luxury that they cherish dearly, a gift of some sort perhaps from someone dear to them. And they will say, “Our ancestors ran a rat race for nothing. They knew nothing of how to live... They used excessively, wasted everything, and realized always only too late. They spoke of change and life anew. They spoke of being able to fix all that they had ruined. But that’s all they did. Speak. Mere words were their ‘contribution’. They were too busy with the race. Each trying to get ahead of the other and using whatever means are necessary for it. Being the best, or trying to, was most important for their survival. They spent so much time competing, that they lost all sight of the beauty that was around them; all the wonder and magnificence of nature, ignored and eventually destroyed.”  Or will they?

We humans trample over all, thinking we are greater, better, smarter. Yet it is those in sync with nature that know what the Earth needs. They do not cut down trees to construct wider roads. They do not spill oil in the water. They do not pour toxic materials untreated into the water sources. We destroy, they suffer but try to adapt. We destroy some more, they suffer. How much can we expect them to suffer? They do not fight it. When their attempts at adaptation fail, they die out and we grieve for their extinction. And go on with little change.

But this need not be. We can change it. The future is not written in stone. It is carved through the choices we make and through our actions. If not us, then who will help the Earth?  Will there be anyone else to come to save it? Will there be anything left for us to even have descendants who think so badly of us? Will they be able to survive on what we leave, that is, if we leave anything?

The rat race has to stop. The more we race. The less track we have to run on. The more we help each other, the further the track stretches, but it’s no longer a track, more of a road that we travel together. Cooperation and consideration are the keys.

Some say, “What’s the point? It’s all going to perish anyway.” To which we reply, “When we can make things last longer and be of more use, why throw it away now? With your attitudes, everyone might as well destroy all things around them, claiming its just preparation for an even otherwise impending doom.”

This has to stop. We decide. We shall not be wasteful. We shall not be greedy. When we have more, we share. When we have enough, we try to make it last longer than estimated. We are sympathetic to the Earth’s needs. We seek to find new ways to be less wasteful and more economical; optimum use of minimum resources. We can bring the change. We can be the Difference. We are the Difference.

Let In

"Won't you open your heart?
Won't you let someone in?"

"Will I get hurt?
Will I be whole again?"

"I won't promise that you won't.
No one is ever whole."

"I'm broken enough.
I'm not coming."

"Everyone's broken.
Not everyone is unhappy."

"So many pieces?
No shields? No guard?"

"So many more pieces.
Even when protected."

"What's the point of the shattered existence?
Why?"

"To learn
To love."

"Love the shattering?"

"Love the broken perfection."

"How do I see the 'broken perfection'?"

"Look through My eyes."

"I'm scared. I'm scarred. I'm not good enough."

"I never asked you to be. Just let Me in."

Gah!

Have you ever had those days where you wish people would just stop making up unecessary issues and just give you a straight reason for saying or doing something or not letting you do something?

Have you ever had those days when you feel all technology is against you? -.- All the time?

Have you ever had those days when nothing's worth starting because all you really want to do is nothing because you don't feel yourself?

Have you ever had those days when you want to go out an do something great but you're too used to brooding away in a quiet corner?

FORGET THEM ALL.

Remember those days when you did go out with a bunch of friends and goofed around? Maybe danced a jig or sang a silly song?

Those days when you played with that special little boy, singing nursery rhymes and action songs and were simply ecstatic to be who you are and blessed to be with the ones you love.

Those days your cousins and you drove down to the beach and ate ice cream as the wind whispered songs of praise that everything within you responded to immediately in rejoicing to.

REMEMBER THEM.

Hold onto them. Cherish them. Love them. Grow.

Even when the Clouds Clear

We’ve all had those days where we just drop everything and want to do nothing but give up. We’ve been pushing on so far that life feels like a brick wall that refuses to budge. We’re tired and scared and upset and every thought that rises is one that pulls us down further; and everything within you cries for you to stop trying, begs you to take the first way out of or around it that you can find; any way.

Well, almost everything. If we listen carefully enough, through the despair that thunders through our ears; through the beating of our anguished hearts, we listen. And we hear it, faint and distant. Our voice of hope.

 Psalm 23 is but one example:

“The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in the paths of righteousness 

For His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;

Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil.

My cup runs over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me 

All the days of my life 

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord 

Forever.”

Words we are all well acquainted with. And many more that we can recall to encourage ourselves and anyone else who feels as low. But to see them proven, time and again is the beauty of it.

The harder we listen, the louder the words ring; until the ‘whisper through the rain, “I’m with you.”’ echoes around us. The longer we listen, the more our spirits rise. ‘Praising Him in the storm’ becomes not only a joy but the source of our strength to carry on, because our eyes slowly focus on the way He’s made for us and though we thought we’d never find it, He leads us through it.

We’ve all had days where we’ve broken down crying, “I don’t know what to do anymore.” There’s really only one thing to do. Trust that He’s right there, holding on so tightly that no matter how hard things seem, the storm will pass; the clouds will clear. And even when they do, He’s always near. 

To write.

So I've been asked to write an article for the YFC newsletter. I don't quite know why she asked me, but now I need to write it. And I really don't know where to even start. Thing is, being a believer and a writer both, ought I not be able to write this? Sincerely clueless here right now. Praying for wisdom :) 

Monday! Monday? Monday... Didn't seem like it :D

So, today I spent the day with two awesome people! I always feel smarter in some way or the other when I've spent the day with them and mostly I learn something new about music :D I honestly have absolutely no bloomin' clue as to how they put up with someone as uninformed as I am. Trust me, if my life were a movie, them and me would not be in the same clique :| It just wouldn't be done! But guess what!? We're not in a movie and I have to thank that incredible, wonderful, indescribable God who blessed me with friends like these :D Seriously, there's no one like HIM <3 ^.^ If you knew them like I do, you'd be insanely thankful too. Trust me on that.

     Hmmm... But there was one piece of wisdom they stumbled me across today that cannot compare to anything else and said "wisdom", trust me, was not their's. It comes from a great American mind by the name of Rebecca Black who seems to think many ought to have fallen at her feet in worship when her song "Friday" was released. Yeah, fat chance of me linking you to that, I will not obligingly enforce torture of such propensity on my kind readers. :D But this new information that brought me to tears, I must share. She analysed her lyrics so that the world could see how much they missed out on when they refused to accept her music as a 'work of art' or something like that. (CAUTION: Watch at own risk.)

     After the song came out, there were so many people talking about it, but me, being me, never bothered to look it up because pop culture, being pop culture, would manage its way into my life at some point >.< And boy, was I glad I didn't. But this analysis was mind-blowing. Much applause to the 'superior intellect' of Ms. Black. Really, what would the world be without her. (*whispers under breath, "MUCH BETTER")

     Sigh! Hmm... I think I got that out of my system now. Hopefully. Blah! Seriously, if you're not as moved as I was. TO PUNCH HER FACE IN. Then do let me know. I would like some of whatever you've been taking to ease your sharp senses. Or maybe you should let her know so she can pretend someone believes her words.

     Okay okay, moving on!

     THE WOMAN IN BLACK. Now, that's something to talk about. I have no clue how to feel about the movie. You know how when you watch a movie and you want the best for the 'hero'? Umm, well, I just didn't know how to size up what happens! Lol! Seriously, it's incredible though. The minimal soundscape, the videography of the English lanscape, the spooky house, the effects, the story... EVERYTHING worked. It works to creep you out slowly and take you level by level into the creepiness. It makes you jump. Makes you want to cry and say, "No, no, no, no, come on, don't let him die! Don't kill him! Let him save her!! Please!" Although, you never really know whom you're pleading to, nor do you know if you actually feel like you're there because you keep reminding yourself its a movie. Hmm, I agree with the three who insisted me watching it :D Although I must say it was quite amusing hearing stories of how they'd watched it their first times :P But, what happened to the dog!! It disappeared :( I think my biggest fear was that the dog would show up mutilated to bits :| Not a pleasant thought, trust me!

Meh -.- I talk to much... Hmm, I'm good, thanks for asking! Have fun with the rest of your day! <3

From Scratch.

Meh. I doubt any of you thought I'm talking about that animation software so I'm not going to bother saying, "No, I don't mean that..." So... Helloo :P I'm lost O.o Little obvious, I suppose :P

    From Scratch just means that I want to actually start again, and make this blog, however bland anyone thinks it is, more than just a backup of my poetry. It means, umm, well I think it means that I'm turning over a new leaf and am going to make each post mean something, if to no one else, at least to me. I'm probably not going to have a particular theme in mind when I start typing, or I may start with one and end up somewhere completely different in my rambles. But, what I do is what I do and I suppose, someone may read it :)

     I have to admit though, I probably wouldn't be writing this if Li'l Joe hadn't started hers and told me I ought to start one myself. She's extra brilliant and ridiculously hilarious. So do not expect the same standards or style :P I'm just the humble writer testing the waters :P But thanks for the push (*coughs* 'gentle nudge') hon. :) <3

     My brother is sitting next to me playing songs like Diamond sword, if that can be called a song, making this first post of my new square one phase of my blog more difficult than it already is O.o I'd advise you not to look it up, but if you're curious, feed it. Or just wait till you meet my brilliant bro someday in person. He's the kind of guy who writes poetry because someone couldn't sleep and needed a bedtime story! Seriously! Check his blog out. You'll catch a glimpse of his personality :D

    So, I have no clue where to start or what to say, so Imma say, I recently read another book of the Redwall series and it made me very happy! I love how Brian Jacques has managed to adapt the English language into a peculiar form for each kind of animal. Oh wait, I probably should have mentioned the brilliance in the big RED Bricked building that's a sanctuary for all good creatures, just out of reach from vermin hands. You don't like it? You think its boring? I think it serves the purpose reading has always had for me. 

     It takes me to a world that isn't the one I live in. A world where I know good will prevail. Where it doesn't feel like everything's always falling apart. I love that each Redwaller is obligated to himself to be kind and loving and helpful and that's what is expected not excellence in a particular walk of life but to be part of the community, to love and be one and and... I'm rambling but I hope you sort of get the point.

I can completely relate to this, it's how I feel when I'm around my besties... Like we can be from Mars and Pluto and still be the best of friends. I'd wish this for anyone and everyone. It's a wonderful feeling ^.^ <3 

    But back to the point, that's what reading's about to me you know, the happy endings and the feeling that things don't have to stay the way they do in the cruel world. I mean come on! If a bunch of animals from all walks of life can manage to get along and live in harmony, shouldn't the so called "higher species" be able to do the same? (I don't technically believe the higher species bit though)

    I think I had a point in there somewhere... If I figure out how to stop rambling, I'll let you lot know :D For now, I'mma say goodnight. Stay blessed coz we all are ^.^

Hmm. An end and a start? O.o Figure it out.

So, I spent 6 months as a part of Shadow Liberation and this is just the tip of all the things I would have liked to say and even more things I probably wouldn't have liked to say unless you forcibly pulled it out of me with hours of redundant questions that seem to go nowhere but lead to me actually saying stuff :P 2 minutes for a reflective video O.o People say I write too much anyway, apparently reading is a dying artform... Sigh, anyway, I managed to get a gist of what I was feeling when I made this, but trust me when I say, TIP OF THE ICEBERG :P

Not much of a blogger here, but my first not poem post. Yay me?! :P Maybe I should actually start. But then what would I possibly say?

Wait. FAIL. The video contains a mound of poetry -.- Try again Danie. Meh. Sigh, but I suppose its still a step further from all those poems you read (supposing you've read any) when I actually seem like I'm talking to you :D Tatas!