Tag: realization

Pass

You wish to grab a meal together

And act like nothing occurred?

During the past months of ungrateful encounters

A day without seeing you is what I’ve always preferred.

Passion to Pressure

You cannot force inspiration to appear at anytime you desire. It is a powerful sudden force that awakens the artistic spirit from a rested slumber. Our world seems to cease from the lack of it because we get frustrated and disappointed too easily.

Inspiration is what drives us to create, and creativity is what adds value to our lives.

It is unrealistic to set ourselves large goals of completing tasks that require inspiration.

How can you commit to your goal of reading one book per week? How do you plan to write in your journal every morning? What about your goal of drawing every Saturday?

I learned this lesson the hard way. I set myself reminders on my phone to write one poem every single day. Of course, I wasn’t able to stick to my desire. I had no ideas, no motivation, and absolutely no inspiration to write. I soon realized that by forcing myself to write, I turned my hobby into a task I was required to do, which took the fun out of doing it anymore. I felt extremely disappointed in myself for not completing the strict goals I set, but I understood that creativity was never meant to be forced in the first place.

If you’re stuck in a writing block, a reading slump, or even a phase that lacks the inspiration you need to proceed, take all the time you need to recover. Understand that you cannot always practice the hobbies you love, no matter how much you love them. Keep your mind positive and your soul hopeful, because who knows? the lack of inspiration might be able to inspire you.

Beauty and the Beach

Just from one simple glance at the cool water, I genuinely feel a rush of adrenaline spreading throughout my whole body, from the top of my head causing a breezy chill running down my spine, till the tips of my toes.

I hear a loud voice in my head pleading and persuading me to “jump into the water,” so I do. My soul immediately disconnects from my body. I fall into infinity. Nothing but cold, crystal clear water engulfing me from all around. The ocean blurs my vision, a precaution in an attempt to prevent all of its secrets from being revealed. The attempt succeeds every time, no one shall have any knowledge of the wonders that lay untold.

And then there is the golden sand. Warm and toasty it melts away the burdens off my shoulders, if only for a short while. I lie down in the sun and sleep for hours, the beautiful waves crashing into the shore is my favorite song stuck in an everlasting replay. The waves blow their universal antidote into the air, I breathe it in deeply and smile as I physically feel it healing my body, my mind, and my soul. My lungs also expand in relief, allowing that fresh salty air to run through my blood. My heart smiles as well, a cozy and unique feeling is felt right inside of me.

I avoid picking up my novel to read, for reading allows me to escape reality. And for this one time only, reality is the better choice. I am alone, but I am not. My lover asks me to dance to the music emitted from its waves. I dance. I twirl and I twirl under the evening sun, under the purple sky, under the cloudless sight. My curly hair is untied and it is flowing wondrously as I dance gracefully with my lover. I pick up fistfuls of sands and laugh as I twirl. And for one magical moment, everything is moving in unison: my body, my hair, and the grains of sands breaking free from my grip to return to where they belong.  I dance until my legs are sore. The sand kindly offers me a seat and I take it.

I stare for what seems like eternity at the majestic appearance of my lover. The sky darkens, stars slowly begin to appear, and my lover glows brilliantly under the moonlight. I light a small fire to warm my body from the chilly weather. I then think about the world in a deep conversation with my lover. As the hours go by I grow tired and sleepy. My skin is sun-kissed and smooth, a goodbye kiss from my lover, the beach. Every time I try to leave, the waves cry loudly, begging me to stay a little longer.

“If only,” I whisper to the waves. “If only I could be with you forever my lover.”

As my last footprint is left in the sand, I make a quick last glance at the picturesque scene of miracles.

I promise my lover a return.

Hoax

The masks have been uplifted.

Their faces now revealed.

From years of lying uncovered,

The truth is no longer concealed.

Like jesters they have fooled

All those around.

Deceiving and deluding,

While dreaming of the Crown.

The veracity of their being

Was none other than to seem faultless.

The irony still remains,

As do the sins they do not confess.

-m.m.jan

A Final Farewell

I saw it coming, but I never expected it to happen this soon. Time has been a great friend, a friend who showed me the reality of our situation. I realized how we strove to create something beautiful out of people that were never meant to be. I understand that it is a late realization, but perhaps it is the best time to realize. We all are too different, to an extent where we do not belong together. They say that opposites attract, but please understand that we are people and not magnets. Thank you for all the beautiful memories.

Farewell.