IT WAS ALL A LIE

It gets to a point of comfort. A place you created all by yourself.
There was no one to help you build that place but finally you did it
all by yourself. You never needed anyone and you were happy with that.
Not exactly pure happiness but you were just comfortable.

Only if you knew what was about to happen next; maybe you would have
prepared yourself but, that's not how life works. Even with the little
happy place you have built for yourself, there's always that one
person with an intension to mess it all up.

Knowing very well that you don't need anyone else, you find yourself
opening your door for a stranger. A stranger with the power to make
you feel like there's something special about you. I mean we all need
to feel special somehow, anything would do.

The stranger can make you believe in things you never even knew they
existed before you even met the stranger. Those things bring joy into
you heart.

Suddenly the stranger leaves. That's what strangers do, they come into
your life, they convince you to open your heat then they leave. The
only thing you can do is to just let it happen. It was all a lie,
accept it and move on.

 

A Selfish Mind!

It's so easy to blame someone else either than yourself but; you have

To take into consideration that blaming someone else change doesn’t

Really change what happened but; I can sleep much better knowing it

wasn’t my fault. Even if we loose as a team, someone needs to take the

blame. As long as it wasn't my fault, we can loose anytime. This is a

typical human reaction.

HOW THE MIND WORKS

If you had one wish, what will it be? Let me take a guess... You would

wish to be a billionaire. Why would you wish that? It's quite simple

actually. You are a selfish individual. We are all selfish. When you

decide to help a person in need, it's not because you are just being

nice. It's because of the feeling you get after you did something good

for a change. If there wasn't such a feeling, I strongly doubt you
would be getting any help from anyone. Some even get hooked on the

feeling. I know that because I am an addict. Even if my help isn't

needed, I insist.

This is a good kind of addiction. If we all get hooked on it, I bet

the world would be a great place to live in.

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The Fear To Loose Control

The fear to lose control can mean a lot of things. The fact is, it's
exists. When something is that important; they give it a name and in
this case, they call it 'Agoraphobia'. It sounds Greek doesn't it?
yes, it's Greek. Even though it has a Greek name, it can still affect
you and anyone around you. Some are born with it and others are raised
around it.

HOW CAN AGORAPHOBIA AFFECT YOU?

Let’s say you grew up around an uncle whom is always drunk. Every night
his friends drag him to your door step with his trousers wet 'because
he peed on himself', his white shirt turned rainbow 'covered vomit'
and his pockets empty 'because he got robbed by some amateur thieves'.
Imagine the shame he brought upon himself. As a child when those
events happen around you, they change your whole aspect of life. You
develop insecurities, you distance yourself from anything that can't
be controlled by the palm of hands, then you become self-absorbed.

HOW TO OVERCOME AGORAPHOBIA

The only way you can overcome this phobia, is to stop caring. The
moment you learn not to care about how others think of you; how others
act around you and learn to take each day as it come, you are free.
Life shouldn't be taken that seriously; nobody knows the reason of his
or her own existence.

 

It's Not Your Idea...

Nowadays it's difficult to be original. Do you remember the first time
you learned how to walk? Then you realised how walking doesn't take
you wherever want to go fast enough, then you began to run? Do you
remember those moments? Of course you don't. I'll tell you why, It's
because you have a lot to think about. For instance, trying to be
original.

What Does Being Original Mean...

First of all, you need to have an idea. Not just any idea, a great
idea. You should always remember that whatever you are thinking now,
someone out there is thinking the same thing. What really matters is
'who puts his name on the idea'. It doesn't matter how long it took
for you to get to that idea, as long as your name isn't on it, it's
not yours.

I bet one time you came up with a phrase like ' If you can't beat
them, accept defeat' and the next thing you hear the exact phrase in
someone else's song. That's just too sad for you. Someone is making
money with words while yours are free.

My suggestion would be to act in the moment. If you have an idea, use
it. Your delays are making someone else rich out there

The Scams Of Life

The world is a big place. It's filled with a bunch of single minded
individuals waiting to rob you off your freedom. I have fell for a
a lot of scams. I have lost a lot of money; bribing my way to my
freedom. If you find yourself in a situation in which you cannot
control, it's human nature to bribe your way out of that situation.
Does it really matter how you got out of that situation? Not when your
whole life depends on it.

Many have fell for the scams of life. It's extremely difficult to
recognize a scam if you haven't been in one. It's hard to believe that
someone woke up this morning with an intention to rob someone else.
Why is it that hard to accept the fact that we will always be victims?

Everywhere you go; everyone you meet, it's either they are a victim of
a scam or they are part of a scam waiting for your vulnerable moment.
There's always a weak moment. That weak moment will destroy the
freedom you've created for yourself. At least you still have time to
prepare. It doesn't hurt that much if you were expecting it but still,
it hurts.

I Wasn't There

I have no idea what I did to deserve this, but I know what I didn't do
to deserve this. I don't remember asking for this pain. I don't
remember praying for this pain. Why is it there?

Why can't it heal like any other pain? Why can't it disappear like it's
supposed to? I don't need it. I don't want it. Why is it there?

I confess, I had it easy. I slept with no pain and I woke up with no
pain. Now I have to get used to this pain. My pain. It's mine to deal
with, it's mine to feel and its mine to embrace. I find no pleasure in
this pain and I find no desire to live with it. Could it get any worse
than it already is? If it could, let it come. I rather face it all at
once than to face it one at a time.

We all have pain to deal with. As big as yours is, it can't be worse
than the one felt by the one next to you. Whether we know it or we
don't. We all get punished for the sins made in the past. Even though
we were not there. Someone was there and that idiot messed it all up
for us. Now we have to learn to live with it.

Wake Up, It's Only A Nightmare

 In the early hours of the morning. I found myself voiceless. Its not a
dream, It's a nightmare. As i lay comfortably on my bed. I suddenly
felt the need to turn. I was puzzled with the fact that I couldn't
manage a simple task as easy as turning to the side. The question
arise. Why can't I turn with my own strength? Why can't I turn with
the will of my power? I 'm trying to wake up. I lost control of my
back. I can't get up. Something is resting on my back. Why is
something resting on my back? Why can't I move?

While I struggle with the sadness of my nightmare. I lay awake
thinking about it. I can't wake up. Why can't I wake up? I opened my
eyes to look over my shoulder. I could see something on my back. I
could feel it breath over my shoulder and I could feel it pressing my
back against my bed. I screamed for assistance, I yelled for help, and I
cried for a saviour. Finally a friendly mind heard my call, a friendly
heart tried to get me on my feet and a friendly smile offered
assistance.

Even with that much help i could still feel something on my back. I
could still hear the sound of a soft breath over my shoulder and I
could still see something over my shoulder. Why am I the only one who
sees it? Why am I the only one who feels it? And why is it still on my
back while everyone is watching?

They all asked; what's wrong, why are you screaming voiceless in the
early hours of the morning? My answer remains the same, why can't i
wake up? It's only a nightmare.