My Conversation With A Beautiful Mind

She I find comfort in believing my loved one is at peace now ❤ That’s what keeps me going. Me You and I were in the ultimate peace before being born into this strange world (its messed up and at the same time beautiful too). And we’d go back to the same peace like your … Continue reading My Conversation With A Beautiful Mind

A Slap With An Innocent Smile On The Face Of Warmongers Name of the Syrian girl: Salwa Syrian father's name: Abdullah al-Mohamed A Syrian father teaches his young daughter to smile whenever a bomb explodes nearby. Courtesy: A Youtube commentator said (edited for spellings); A slap with an innocent smile on the face of world powers who promote war, proxy, division just to sell … Continue reading A Slap With An Innocent Smile On The Face Of Warmongers

If Humans Are Not Toys Then What Are They?

Let's suppose you are born to a woman who is regarded as a man-eater. Or worse, a prostitute. She has always been played with, hence she plays them in return. Coming from such a woman, would you ever want to take any human seriously, compassionately, etc.? Of course not. No matter how big of a … Continue reading If Humans Are Not Toys Then What Are They?

Violent Definition Of Love

A particle right next to another particle (in a stone) is the oldest expression of love, no matter how much they squeeze each other that many different colors and forms (of love) are born. Similarly, all of us have our own definition of love and despite many religions and/or social forms (kingdoms & their laws) … Continue reading Violent Definition Of Love

I Was A Racist Myself

There are more than six billion souls (Asian, African and South American nations with a colonial past of slavery) from whom I never cared what they had to say. Until one fine day, I met someone... Be that individual to represent your race that can change a racist like myself. There are already too many … Continue reading I Was A Racist Myself

When A Certified Retard Hides Her Mental Health Issue In A Relationship

On my first date, I met someone very quiet but beautiful. She seemed like interested in me talking and entertaining her. It is only today that I realize that who does not like to be entertained without making an effort? Anyways, our first date ended up with us starting a serious relationship. Or at least … Continue reading When A Certified Retard Hides Her Mental Health Issue In A Relationship

Mass Murderer Or A Ruler Of Hearts

Back in old days, one could become Ghengiz Khan or Alexander The Great to conquer the world. Today, its the hideous (and secretive) owners of money i.e. Credit Cards, Banks, etc who secretly bathe in their victories over people's lives who are alive like some zombies, not really alive like the ones back in old … Continue reading Mass Murderer Or A Ruler Of Hearts

Tired of Trying To Fit In…(or maybe just tired)

Before I say anything, I’d let this gem of a soul speak for herself;

“I am tired of living in such a greedy World. Those that don’t want to live simply but will do everything to simply live. Live in the manner of their own choosing. Something that continues to erode the spirit and the mind. Something that will forever keep us bound to our problems and will never truly let us be set free and fly. Sometimes I feel like I am in control and on top of things. Other times I feel like I am at my wits end. What keeps me moving forward is reminding myself we are all truly bound to this period in time together. If I can make your experience better by being happy and positive and reaching out a hand just imagine if you were on the other side reaching too. We are all guilty of loving our superficial over inflated lives just a tad too much. Maybe it is simply enough to live humbly and let the humbly live too.”

The above does not need any explaining. Let your soul digest what hers described in such an eloquent way. Totally made my day and probably for the rest of life, I’d continue referring back to her with the same philosophy that I have myself carried since decades across continents of this planet Earth.

In the same post, she raises an interesting question;

“The man who gave me life really couldn’t care less about me and my family. Can somebody tell me how to move past that?”

She’s talking about her dad who may have his own issues (or scars). But a daughter looking up to her dad to define what a man should be or look like, is so natural and perfectly normal. Let’s blame our quest for the ideal that can’t seem to surpass the imperfections with which every human (man or a woman) is born with.

Later in the post, talking about relationships between stranger men and women (the love thingy, you know), she says;

“Nor should we tie our happiness to somebody else’s.”

This is very confusing at least for me. Of course, I’m happy all by myself. But what is wrong in looking for “more” happiness? Fear of rejection? Fear of not having it reciprocated? Oh well. If you are a happy individual, no matter how messed up or confused the other half of yours is, you’d still stay happy naturally, getting past their own imperfections and actually embracing them as the unique combination of good+evil they came pre-packaged with to this planet Earth.

I always boldly go in seeking “more” happiness out there from birds, trees, oceans and people. And since I’m already well-prepared for the worst while expecting the best at the same time, hence I’m rarely disappointed. Thanks to the philosophy of Dale Carnegie.

I want to know what did she mean when she said;

” I have never given so much to have everything thrown back.”

Hopefully I’d hear from such a precious soul someday about it. Totally enjoyed an amazing soul-searching of hers via a great choice of words. People like her make this world worth living and having fun.

Cheers! 🙂

Sweet Ruby Bluez

I always wanted to fit it. Always. I was a shy young girl and found it hard at first but making friends became easy. It was keeping them that was a bit harder. My desire to fit in was more like a desire…a desire to be popular but only with the boys. I guess that is where my first misguided misconceptions started to form. Surely little by little I started making choices and friends that gravitated me towards the wrong crowd. It is not like a grew up sheltered, I just grew up with a strong desire to be close to my family. Nothing else really mattered until I ventured off into school. And it wasn’t right away. As youngsters are personalities were just forming. We were just learning about arts, crafts, sports, music. We all had our “thing” and mine was surely boys.

I do not know exactly what…

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