In a medium of self-possession, peace was assured and freedom of thoughts was guaranteed.
It is not he was anti-social,
It is not he was unkind,
It is not he was unresponsive.
The many contemptible adjectives dictating his present composition,
That, may or may not, instill in others disagreement or disdain.
It is nothing but a mirage of falsehood and deception prevailed above,
While beneath his mind was engulfed like a sandstorm of a desert.
Convicting his sole priority to saving his sanity and living in worthiness;
The mirage strong-armed truths are just adverse effects of this conviction.
How many are not in this state? How many have not been there?
When he does not respond, it does not mean he is cold.
He is eternally warm he wishes his best regards to all his friends and loved ones.
He pledges truth that all their wanting dreams come true sparkling them.
He holds undying hopes praying their lives graced with peace and joy.
All these he has, he pledges and he holds always truly in his chests.
He does not know how to hurt; he detests lying.
He cannot possibly harm; he is a coward.
He dwells on the happiness of his friends and loved ones, and survives on their kindness.
His only reprehensible actions are charged to an incapability to glaze comments.
His current mind just begun a sentence of aging, something no one can escape.
Like starting a new chapter, acclimatizing the weather of age.
Weather of gentle winds and showering rains, some dirt of want are finally washed away.
So far all aging took away he can do without, what did not he cannot live without.
He may swim slower but he gains will and assurance,
Because he swam 2.8 km yesterday in a medium of self-possession.
In nature of life, aging is as much the unkindest gift as the kindest gift.
Mental disorder and physical illness that can cause, in varying degrees, from controlled state to chronic pains and handicaps. The blogger finds it a blessing to have friends who are suffering either one or both. Some are very dear to his heart and others acquaintances. The understanding of their problems is invaluable for the blogger to survive and live.
One of his beloved friend passed away nearly twenty years ago. The blogger was younger and very innocent, uninformed and a little child in heart. He had always cared and was loved. In his mid thirties he did not know what love is but he always cared as, which he gradually understands with years, it was only nature. He would visit his skeletal friend at the hospital or, if not hospitalized, they would have tea tarik (local tea with milk) at roadside stall. A few days before his friend passed away, he told him he loved him, fraternally. No cries, no devastation, the blogger attended his funeral and continued his life without seeing his closest friend again.
In 2005, his mother was diagnosed cancer. He took her to the hospital admissions or appointments. He would buy anything she wanted to eat, fresh and hot from any restaurant. There were a few times he reminded her how much he loved her. It was nearly 10 years later since his best pal's funeral, but he was still very mum with love. He could not utter that word freely. 6 months later his mother passed away. No cries, no devastation. His life continued without his mother, together whom loved each other very much.
In 2010, his brother had a heart attack. Unlike in the past, the blogger was not as fervent as before, as his visits to the hospital, where his vegetative brother was tended for 2-3 weeks, were far from impressive. He was taken home, the father's, as there were nothing else hospitalization can do. For 9 months he was vegetative and helpless. It was the most trying time for every one in the family. Before this mishap and in a few occasions, the blogger expressed his profound care to his brother and his family. In 2011, 9 months of grief and pains did not go away after his death. But, no cries.
As much mental torments including his own as he had suffered, has to suffer, giving and forgiving is the deserving skills to survival. He has been very fortunate not living in physical encumbrances. He is determined to remain possessive of the disciplines he believed brings physical and mental health and fitness. Self-possession is mandatory.
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Buckles himself to ineluctable fate and freewheeling reality,
As they are often tied with abundance of hope;
Whence true heart and unsolicited good deeds present free,
Thence is the boat embarked to unload the blessings of hope;
Whither giving and forgiving are flowing and teeming,
Peace and joy swimming in all styles, he chuckled and cackled, thither as
should be nature.
With kindness and care always peppering him,
That perhaps delayed payment his blooms (chuckled),
Bur all these are really manifestations, disguises of blessing.
If he has to examine his receives, he didn't reach rock bottom,
That shade, a brighter side of one’s life spectrum.
For he muses,
Are great memories not eternal?
Must one not hold them dearly in their chests?
Do they not always steal them silent smiles？
Do they not carry experiences soaked in cherry understanding?
So change if you will, for hope, experiences, memories they will not,
Perhaps try to smile inside more and be happy,
Surely then life is now worth living a little better.
Money cannot buy love,
Neither can it pay for compassion;
Giving can buy a lot more,
Forgiving can pay you a long and longer way,
In a grander design of schemes, giving and forgiving all it takes for peace and
harmony gratis.
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