130 Post + The World Is Filled with Hatred

Birthday bloggity, it is our 130 post.
I am on vacation, so I don't really have an excuse as to why I didn't post. I didn't really feel inspiritational, I guess. I've been on-goingly depressed, which is only normal, but am finding the strength and hope to move on.
Different people will teach you different things. Every person in your life has a meaning, has a purpose. One that I, pretty recently, met has taught me the haterd the world contains.  A person that, shall we say, used the swastikato to symbolize and represent his feelings towards the world. What I realized through this 'experience'  was that his hatred was not only misguided through reason, but lacked facts. Some people just seek to hate, and some just love to hate. I think it's perhaps a camfloudged disease that dissolved into society's pattern, and it scares me that nobody is tryin to solve it.  This hate, this hate that even if it did have some sort of reason for them is portrayed so rightfully, as if anything besides it is wrong. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but the way that this is displayed sickens me. Hate overpowers people, overpowers the respect for opinion. It overpowers judgment, logic and reason, and I think I can comprehend the true ugly disguise hate wears. I , personally, seek equality between all humanity, but it seems all humanity seeks otherwise. From women to men, to religion and politics; to race and sexuality. Why the need of superiority? and why the need to even lower further down others? Are we all not composed of a brain, a pair of lungs, and a heart? It's hard for me to walk while others hate me, and it's hard for me not to hate back; it's hard to not shake some sense into some people, because what seems so wrong for us is what they consider right. 
I can only hope that hate will not be the final solution, I can only hope that hate is realized for what it is; a poision rottening and wretching earth.

Erm...what?

“I’m a patient man, . I can wait. You, on the other hand, look like you’re running out of time.”

closed his eyes tightly, wishing for it all to disappear. For it all to become a bad dream,. It wasn’t an option. Dreams weren’t. Lives were at stake, and  had to be the hero he was raised to be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t forgive himself.

Clawing at the sheets underneath him, he opened his ocean-blue eyes and whispered the words - has been waiting for.

“Anything. Anything as long as they live.”

- felt the accomplishment he always felt when a job was well done, only this time it was far more then that. It was far more then another kill under -e’s belt – this was a personal victory. This victory wasn’t -, this was -. Much like -, - enjoyed the praise that came – not from his employers, but from the blood that was shed. Blood and he were close.

“You will do everything I command you to?”

“Everything.”

“No questions, no subordination, no denial?”

“No.”

“You will be obedient, loyal, and serve me to the very portals of death?”

“Yes.”

“Say it, -.”

“I will follow you, I will be loyal to you, I will be obedient, and I will serve you till death orders me otherwise.”

A Title-less Beginning

There comes a time where memories flood and leak inside the core of your mind, letting loose images deep buried in the underground of the subconcious. With the person you love next to you, the memories seem to be easier to revive, to relive - but with the person gone, the memories are only a haunting image of what you can never have again. Although painful when loss is felt, they are joyous as to remind you of the happiness you once felt, and a reminder that it can happen again. Gone is a person from you're life, but never underestimate the print they left behind. Mourning is a healthy way of letting go, of facing all you have lost and all you will not have, but is also a transition in which you discover yourself again as a new person.  Every ounch and inch of a memory should be percieved not as a doom reminder of what you will never face again, but as a course and part of your life. What seems to be the explosion of pain will pass, and you will discover true gratefulness for all you have gotten. It is greedy to want, to ask, for more - and even if God, for me, is an illusion - as the saying goes, 'Be grateful for what God gives you, for He can take it away any moment.'
I'm glad I got to be in a ride as long as this, in a ride where I felt the thrill of life. We go our separate ways, living and breathing different air and paths, leaving the footprints we set together behind. As much as I look behind, I will look forward. I will miss you, but we both know that we have different passages to go on with, and we will see different flowers blossom - knowing that behind there's the very own seeds we planted.

I already miss you, M.

The Bubble of Happiness

The bubble of happiness that covers children and teenagers, even though they're both unaware of it. It's the bubble I noticed and want to share with my loved ones, to hide them away from any misery or any problem they may have. Reality is hard to confront, and breaking away from the bubble is only the start of it. Nothing makes sense; everything is but a paradox that leads to my irrevicable confusion as to what is reality.
I know it, and im sure any adult does too, but it cannot be defined. It has to be lived through, has to be breathed in. I am scared of the inevitable day I will be in it, and I'm scared of having to confront it. Leaving certain dreams and hopes is hard, but learning they're impossible is more then difficult.