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

I Blame it on Time

This is an insight of a girl who believed... Until she was betrayed.
Kept on believing but still betrayed...
Fighting to still believe... But I blame it on time.

Time is just a state of a moment that passes by.
Take all your chances while you can.

Time is eternal, it won't stop, it will not decompose and it will not wait for you.

Irony of it... Time is something that will always exist for eternity but you cannot have it forever. You can only hold it for a while, then its gone before you know it... Gone... But it still there... It is still there but its no longer yours... Like a love that went astray... Went into somebody's arms... She's still there but no longer yours.

And time may heal a broken heart but it may also change the mind of a waiting heart...

When a heart that was longing for so long... Punched constantly by time until it learns to live without the one it is yearning for... A heart who grew numb because of brokenness. I blame it on time.

When a wound remained unclosed... Or a scar that remained in pain... I blame it on time...

That time that keeps on moving forward so fast without turning back... So selfish that it won't even wait for us to catch up... To move on with it... To pin our hearts with it so that hearts can also move on as fast as time goes by... But no... Time carries on... Sadly, sometimes, it carries on carrying pain on its back making every hearts moving on with pain.

I blame it on time.

When life cannot endure it.
When beauty cannot live with it.
When love cannot contain it

I blame it on time.

Silence

Always remember that in the end, God will not look upon your reputation on earth but He will look inside your heart and how much love your heart carried while you were walking here on earth.

This post is Inspired by a movie.

Oh! Laugh!

Three things that I've learned from the recent battle that I've faced in my life.

First: There are only three people you should care about to explain yourself in the midst of false accusations.
These are:
1. Your family and friends
2. The authority
3. Those people who really believes in you.

Never explain yourself to those people who don't like you, to those people who hate you and to those people who are insecure to you. Because "all lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest".
Even though you are right, if your bashers hate you, they will always come up with another reason to put a blame on you... So why bother explaining the truth to them if they will just disregard it because its you.

So just explain yourself to those who really care, and that's your family and friends.

Explain yourself to the right people who have the authority to judge the situation because they have the right to know the truth.

Explain yourself to those people who believe in you because they deserve to hear your side and because they will listen and they will believe.

Second: Never revenge nor ask something bad to happen to those who hate you.

Never give in to their cruel world. Train your heart to forgive. Train your heart to be patient. Train your heart to understand in the midst of chaos.

Smile. Let them know how graceful you are in handling delicate things.

Be not quick to judge. Try to understand why they are cruel or rude or bad. And if you can not comprehend why, then try your best to stay as far as you can. Do not sin because of others.

Third: Defend yourself without using harsh words.

"If the words you spoke appear on your skin, would you still be beautiful?"

Like Jesus who died on the cross blameless. He could have cursed those people who are mocking Him. He could have raised His voice to those who are accusing Him with false accusations. But He didn't. Because He knows the truth and truth will always redeem a righteous man.

And it is always glorious to defend yourself without using harsh words.


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Stitches and Scars

Man can never be satisfied... Because we are created with a hole inside.

We can never be full because everything we take inside us goes out...
Because of that hole.

And we can only be contented if we close that hole inside us.

And contentment means happiness.

How can we close it?...
By trying to stitch it with needles and threads.
And by doing so... Pain is always a shadow that you can never leave behind.

What I'm trying to say is that, in the process of chasing happiness, we need to go through that process called pain. In order for us to become a better human capable of being happy, we should stitch our holes.
The process is never easy, but once the hole is gone, you become a happy, contented, better person.

So let the pain of every stitch seeped through the skin of your very soul, because EVERY SCAR MEANS A WOUND HAS CLOSED.

Awit at Wika

Ito ang aking wikang kinagisnan ngunit parang ngayon ko lamang ito naintindihan.
Ito ay lagi ko nang naririnig ngunit parang ngayon ko lamang ito napakinggan.
Ang ganda pala.
Sa tinagal tagal ko nang sumusulat nang mga awit hindi ko magawang makapag sulat ng kanta gamit ng sarili kong wika. Mas komportable kasi ako sa wikang ingles.
Ang aking wikang kinagisnan kasi ay sadyang magandang wika kung maayos ang iyong pag pili ng mga salita sa pag likha. Iyon ang bagay na kailangan kong mahasa.
Sa ngayon ako ay nasa simula ng bagong pamamaraan ng pag sulat ng kanta.
Kanta gamit ng aking sariling wika.