The Noble Villain

It is a dilemma between obeying what is right and being kind enough to hurt. To be honest to hurt or to lie for the most sincere reason. To fight in the midst of not knowing if the one you’re fighting for is at your side or worst… the one you’re fighting for is the one you’re fighting with. I see love in there… I might be the prophecy… I might be the tongue… I might be the knowledge… then I shall fail, I shall cease, I shall vanish away. Maybe my soul-purpose is to make them stronger for one another. Maybe I was destined to be the tester of faith… of their faithfulness for each other, and I know I could choose on what to do… but the truth is… I really don’t have a choice… I don’t have any options. Like Judas… did Judas really had a choice then when he kissed and betrayed Jesus? Oh! Come on! If he did not do that, the prophecy will fail. He just fulfilled his destiny. He should have gotten his reward for doing it good. Being the villain for the noblest reason.

The Art of Hardwork

"If you want to achieve something, do not fear the work." - T. HANSON

Humans are beautiful creatures with ugly traits. That is one ugly truth about us. Sure we want to achieve a lot of things but only a few of them we can really accomplish. For ugly reasons, we fear the work; and for uglier reasons, we idle to work.

I wasn't born yesterday, in fact, I am passed half way through my retirement, and though I've seen a lot of hardworking people, I've seen idle and irresponsible people equal enough as well.

What bothers me about these people who idle around at their jobs is the fact that I can't quite understand the sense of them being alive. Its like they walk here on earth just to merely exist at all, with no sense of purpose and the sense of becoming sensible and productive at all.

If you go to work just to play, I suggest, why not just quit your job because I can assure you that there's a lot of more promising and deserving someone out there to replace you.

Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that feeble mind at the end of the day.
Does it ever bother you that you just spent a whole day procrastinating and playing idle games on your cellphone, and wasted the whole 24 hours without a purpose of living at all?
Does it bother you that you're wasting your youth without trying to achieve something important to look back to after 20 years and be proud of it still?
Does it bother you that you are not inspiring enough to anyone not even to your own self?
Does it bother you that you are too self-centered that you cannot even contribute a thing at all?
Does it bother you that you think you're way too cool but the truth is - YOU ARE THAT ONE BIG JOKE THAT NO ONE IS LAUGHING?
Can you even look at yourself at the mirror and be proud of what and who you really are?

At the end of the day, I believe that it is important to ask yourself if you've done something good today.
Because as what I always say, the best part of being home at the end of the day is when you lay down and still can't sleep because you are reminiscing every moment of the day you just had. Those little moments that you know worth the while. Those little things that could be so minute to the universe but it meant something to someone.
And doing your job, being responsible, being productive could make a difference maybe not to the whole universe, but to someone else's life.

You'll never know how your little acts could save or kill a mortal soul everyday. So let us be mindful of our duties and responsibilities.

Lastly, I am not a perfect person, but I am proud to say that everyday, I am becoming a much better version of myself than who and what I am yesterday, for reasons, I keep my passion to learn burning, and my eagerness to achieve something kept me going... AND I DON'T FEAR THE WORK AND NEITHER DO I IDLE AT IT.

Earn Your First Light

I strive hard not for my own glory...
But to stand at the back of the spotlight and watch you shine brightly.
#ProudMom
#EliFirstSoloPerformance

March Boys

Met you one fine summer day,
Golden as the sunshine was your hair,
Keyboards and guitar was everything you care,
"We'll make it big" you always say.

We were in grade school back then,
And March boys were my friends.
I used to wear headphones and bands,
And I cried really hard when I broke my Walkman.

And I would dance day and night in your anthem.
Gazing at the stars with my small lantern.
Drawing imaginary Orion patterns,
Waiting for the rising Saturn.

But I got stuck in that endless summer,
By autumn falls and chilling winters,
With season change comes the shiver,
But I'm too attached with that single note stretched to forever.

And its been 20 years and counting,
But those memories of you are still haunting.
In the middle of nowhere I was left wandering.
To the tune of your melody my heart kept on singing.

So March boys come and gone,
And I march with them until I'm done.
To where the leaves turn red I'll run,
Underneath my heart you are my summer sun.

The Walk Through the Bend

Most people believe that destiny is that someone who is waiting for you at the end of the road.
But I doubt if there really is someone waiting at the bend.

I believe that destiny is NOT that someone who is waiting for you. I believe that your destiny is that someone who is with you throughout your journey. The one who is there beside you walking on that road whether it be smooth or rough, tough and full of rocks. Your destiny is that someone who believes that you can reach the end of the road alive and will still be there as you reach it.

You'll be surprised when you finally reached your destination and find out that your destiny at the end of the road is the same person who is with you throughout the whole journey.

Silence Rising

Could you tell me where
You're going whenever you're gone.
Busy making big mistakes somewhere,
Playing hearts 'til dawn.

But we can't play the victims
For our own stupid crimes.
We can't purify our sins
With our own dirty hands.

Someday you'll get tired
Chasing unworthy dreams.
Dreaming senseless pride,
Playing hidden schemes.

Will you come back then,
See the ruins of the shattered dreams,
Trudge this old road again,
See what's left beyond the scene.

For how can you fly
If like an angel you need a pair of wings.
And you can't deny
The other half is missing.

No surprise you keep on crashing.
Haunted little lies scattered on the ground.
Like dirty white feathers or something in between,
Let your other wing be found.

My Fist and the Moon

It doesn't really hurt to punch the moon...
So I keep on punching it.

Thoughts Over Black Coffee

They say solitude is addictive.
But I don't want to blame solitude for everyone's addiction.
I believe it is the taste of freedom that really drives us not to be chained again.

Just a thought while sipping my black coffee on a late Saturday night.

Scentless

Could I blame you?
With pointing fingers,
Endless accusations,
Lame alibis, and excuses.
Guilt stricken,
Punishing rebels.
Stripped me off my senses,
Breathing without a scent.

Could I dare you?
Save me from myself.
Grip less reach,
Grievous speech.
Endless fights,
Aimless flights.
We are helpless creatures,
Created for your amusement.

Could you bring back
What I've lost?
The faith once carried me
To the heavenly coast.
In a blink of an eye
I'll be lost.
Hold me tight,
Bring me back to the light.