French fries

I had two dreams in one night.

It is a fact coated with fiction.
Reality and dreams collide.

One night.

Reality- I am currently having some big issues at work and in my personal life as well, and all I can do is pray and trust God. And yes, sometimes I whine to God.

In my dream, I was too weary and tired but still working at my workplace. Then suddenly my staff told me that there was a free lunch box outside and I should get one and eat because I was too tired and hungry. Then suddenly everybody was eating except me, because I did not get my share. Then I woke up feeling bad about my dream. Like I was so left out and that I was not getting what I want and what I need in life. So I pray hard. I cried to the Lord about what I feel and about my unfinished dreams and about my sorrows and my heartbreaks... I poured my heart to the Lord until I fell asleep while praying.

Then I dreamed again. I was riding a bus going somewhere and after the bus stopped, I climbed a very high mountain. Upon reaching the top, I paused for a while to appreciate the beautiful view. And then on top of that mountain was a restaurant. So I went in but there was no one to assist me, so I went to the counter and asked for a menu. The waiter gave me a menu and told me that if I want special orders He would be pleased to cook it for me. So I ordered for a roasted chicken and mashed potato and a special order - fish fillet. After a while, my food is ready and yes, it was so delicious and He even gave me a glass of iced coffee with coffee jelly in it. After eating everything I asked for my bill and He said - since you have special orders, everything is free. And then He gave me a plate full of French fries and told me that I should share those fries to other people. Then I asked Him why should I share these fries? And He told me that I should share what I've learned in my dreams.

Then I woke up, its morning already.

While I was still trying not to go back to sleep, I suddenly realized the lesson in my dreams.

...that sometimes we want something because everybody wants it or have it.(Like that free lunch box from my first dream. It was a lunch box from a cheap fast food chain, it looks cold like it was cooked last night, but everyone wants to have one and I'm one of them). But God sometimes don't give us what we thought we want or need because He wants something much better for us. (Like that restaurant on top of the mountain in my second dream, where the waiter gave me not only what's in the menu but also what I really want to eat, and it is freshly cooked and served. And the ambiance was so peaceful and beautiful... And it is absolutely for free).

...I believe you already got the message of my dreams.

Esarity

The weak hates the brave because the brave reflects the person they are NOT.

The weak hates the brave because they are insecure of what the brave can do and they are so desperately mimicking the courage of the braves but they lack that inner confidence that could blossom into a real act of courage.

And since the weak are weak, all they can do is try to hurt the brave ones. The braves are like a tree full of beautiful fruits, and the weak are those people who are too weak to climb the tree and too dumb to build a ladder to reach the fruits, so all they (the weak people) can do is stone the tree to get the fruits.
The weak people never care if they are hurting others. Because the weak are too weak to make their mark in this world but they are desperate to have one, so they never care if the mark they are leaving is actually a scar.

But brave people are strong... Hence, a lot of weak people hate them because of what they can do, of what they are capable of, of what they can accomplish in spite of the odds.

Insecurities make the weak weaker and wicker and full of hatred.

And brave people grows...
Braver
Stronger
Wiser
And these traits that grow inside them makes them capable of loving, of caring, of compassion.

And the bravest act anyone can do for himself is to FORGIVE.

for those who cannot forgive are the weakest.

VerOlution

"It don't matter to me if your searching brings you back together with me cause there'll always be an empty room, waiting for you, an open heart waiting for you... Time is on my side." - It Don't Matter to Me (by: Bread)


We became what we did not expect to be. The once youth with full of dreams remained dreaming still, after all those years of striving for a better future... But that future has come and we live in it already, only, the word BETTER was gone and we are still dreaming and hoping that maybe that BETTER my still come...That maybe, that BETTER was just stuck in a traffic jam and will catch up soon with our future long been here.

But in the midst of our surviving kind of life... There you are... Older, fatter, wrinkles starting to appear on our faces like the ticking of the clock that we can not stop. Our story has long been gone... Like history... Long been forgotten by our minds and hearts... and though it has been written long ago... And a few people read about it and heard about it... Still beneath our souls lies a sacred truth... How the universe gave up conspiring to both of us. How destiny doubted his capability of molding fate... How tragedy made us capable of smiling now.

Time is never a friend for it steals our youth and dreams... But neither it is an enemy for it turns out... It is a gift.

And we are running out of this gift...

And though we cannot even look at each other eye to eye... I feel you. Like awhile ago when you passed by, I felt your eyes looking at me just before I saw you too.

But I am not hoping...

I am just happy that in a long long while I was able to sing again that song that made me realize that its you.

P.s. A couple of years ago I joined the national competition for song writing and my entry was the song I wrote for you. It is entitled "Sepulchre in your Heart". And though it did not won, it did not even made the first cut... It is still my favorite among all of my hundreds of compositions waiting to be heard. Maybe because it is for you... Maybe because the words are so true... Maybe because my heart was poured in that song long time ago when youth and dreams were colliding.

To the light that shines the brightest.
To the woman who never wears an armour in every invisible battle she fought for, but still she remains invincible.
For the widest smile at the backstage and letting us live on the spotlight...
She is that light.
Happy mother's day!

Everything life is...

Everything love is...

Goes back to you.

Eli