With a string of my refreshed thoughts, here I blog again...
It has been months; perhaps years since I last blogged 2 years back before I make my disappearance from the scene; thought to be almost gone forever...
First of all, I'm grateful to say that I'm still breathing the fresh air, which many of the unfortunate ones could not. I'm clearly referring to those who lived in the war thorn countries where they've had suffered long enough; fighting; surviving; in this cruel horizontal darkness. Sorrows marked the tears of those people who had lost their beloved ones, bringing them nothing beneficial but ultimate pain, which is the product conceived by numerous wars and bloodshed themselves.. I felt so lucky once again; to have been born in the safest land on mother earth where trees and crops grow each and every harvest without being interfered by threats like disasters and massive attacks! I'm thankful that I'm fed well, dressed well, being equipped with knowledge to learn, and to walk this earth without much troublesome, unlike many of our same kind could not enjoy such fringed, yet fundamental needs that what we could describe them as the most basic elements in life. I was disappointed by the greed and wasteful nature of those breathers who disrespect gratefulness; pretending to be superior towards their acts and behaviours, fantasizing; disposing every bit of what the nature has offered to us all along from the day we opened our eyes until the day we close them up! Tonnes of resources, consumable goods are wasted for no reason, except for the sake of selfish enjoyment!
Should the atmosphere itself ever twist and turn, I would enjoy seeing those who showed aggressive abuse towards everything they had; could one day being placed oppositely, becoming the unfortunate ones and feel their wrath of darkness; feel the pain that has been long suffered by them so that an understandable lesson is learnt unambiguously. Take a look around what is happening in the world today, deaths derived from the lands of the ruined, deaths which are lives of many husbands, wives, sons, daughters, brothers, and sisters; unfairly throttled. Politics turned the tables and it knows nothing about sacrifice and peace; take a look at what has happened to Syria lately, spilling conflicts of threatening; leading to the unnatural use of fatal chemical toxins, claiming the lives of many unarmed mercilessly. Innocence suffered, many new born could barely even feel the comfort of nature's call, with their eyes, forever closed; forever dark; forever nowhere.
Tiny souls of men were conscripted, leading to unwillingness and fear. Many are dying out there, fighting politics' own battle, dying as a tool; a forgotten tool; and so to speak, a politically controlled tool. Pitifully, many just fought and have died for the ones they do not love, meaninglessly dreadful. I thanked my parents and my sisters for being my life time companions, showing me; enlightening me with new hopes and meanings of life, brightening my world with colourful reality, lifting me up from falling to the great hole of darkness and isolation. Family love'll never be comparable to the "loves" that to have so called existed in this universe. To me, there is nothing to be afraid of when I'm placed close to my parents and siblings; because nothing is more powerful than the strong bonds of a family that has lubricated pride and appreciation in life, living as one powerful force when our hands are adequately joined tight!
I say no prayers the belief of the holy ones are rumours depicted from nature itself, only self beliefs and logical pathways are the believable duo. My strength and my confidence are both developed through my family teachings and scars of experiences, in which until today I'm brave to say that I learned with dignity and the righteous codes of my self beliefs. I believed that "Easy" could never be found in the "Success dictionary" no... Never was! Hard work is only a partial lubricant and too much of smartness could lead the life to a complete egoism where failures would follow to become a killer in the future if stress should ever overwhelm a shaky mind!
I would say no more, for I've already reached the end of the day, with the time marked to be 23:58pm 2 minutes before midnight, so it's time for me to end the speech of appreciation at this pleasant moment; this pleasant night. I should now close my eyes for an official internal reparation, or should I use the proper word "Rest" in my gratefully built but not everlasting working machine (physical body) of mine. Everything comes with reasons. I conclude this post with a reason, that "I am Back with an Intent To Live & Fight Another Day!"
