Wishes For 2015

Wishing kindness overcomes perniciousness. Wishing love and joy embrace everyone, deleting grief and hatred. Wishing everyone safe and healthy whilst receiving a Happy and Wonderful New Year 2015.

Rainbows Favor A Bald Tree

He walks because everywhere are all rubbles. One step at a time and every step is slippery. A slip will receive a clout from the empyrean. Every day is a wary walk, the decision, the same the choice of precipitous fall or inner turmoil. Every step is that struggling for one lousy choice. There is no pleasant choice.

Still he treads carefully; however crushing it feels the brunt he perseveres to stand; with cuts and bruises to forge forward to the next step. He may have lost his way, his faith, but why the hell would he persevere with an always precipitous path?

Perhaps he is the bald tree but favors by Him, the rainbows above it, where his wishful hope lies.

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Hope He Seek True Peace

Every morning he wakes up feeling fears. Every night he wants to sleep early but he is afraid as tomorrow’s morning comes too quickly. 

He follows daily news of grief from the sky to the land. He learns the unfathomable pains flood across many countries from Africa to Asia; encompassing terrorism, war-fields, climatic and natural disasters. Thousands of civilian lives lost, thousands more are in grief; so many children died, many more scarred psychologically by what they witnessed as terror and grief. The amount of sadness and horror is beyond expression.

He knows he is very fortunate that he is in a safe place, for now. The fear 

does not go away. It is a disgrace, a disrespect to attempt to compare himself to an grieving affliction. But, the fear is neurologically imprinted. He is not weak. He has a mental disorder. He knows he is not alone. While medication is a must, what truly faces an uphill task is the inner self. For now, he may be physically healthy, to learn the inflicted sufferings of so many is simply a mind runs amok.

Where can he seek true peace?

Where Is Nemo?

The world is too full of grief and sadness. No matter how kind and compassionate one is, so much grief still floods his mind. No matter how many

people love and care for him, so much sadness still spawns his mind. Love is not everything to live for, compassion is not enough to joy for; at least not for everyone. Peace is above all in one’s mind and soul to have faith and grow hopes to a meaningful life. Without peace, one’s mind and soul are always troubled. Without peace, one is always fighting a losing war.

Living among us there are some kind and loving souls. But that kindness and lovingness just are not sowing seeds of peace and joy. Even if they are, the sadness and grief always wash them away, or drown, them as soon as a few seeds are on the field. Where is Nemo?

Found Nemo

The weather has been unusually hotter than normal and many friends unusually hopping hot and stress from grounds of heat walls of intense tension. Not spared, I dipped into the pool. Not shabby at all. Sometimes one simply must learn to disconnect from harsh reality or the learning of it, or one just faces breaking mind.

It was not ideal but the facility is there far more than a utility in sustaining sanity. Strength, will, endurance or determination all dispersed in the apparition of insanity. Swimming is a great workout, but 2.5 km can produce happy hormones unsurpassed by effects of any drugs.

I have been swimming 2.5 km at least 3 times a week for many years. When troubles, difficulties and uncertainties brewing and boiling in a mind, the focus was gone, the task turned unworthy and even an attempt was merely a dream. Perhaps, age could be a boil in mind too.

Learned that no one will or can sweeten one’s bitterness, one has only oneself to sweeten one’s bitterness sweet. The dip in the pool took a long 90 minutes and 2.4 km. I found what I lost for tonight. I will find it again another day or night. The child is just playing hide and seek. Finding Nemo, chuckled! Are you as lost as Nemo? Were you lost like Nemo?

Seven Sages Wonder

The mind does not work the way one wish or like to, which is simply most of the time.

A boat lost in ocean, it obeys highs and lows. Night when ocean kindly calms, when he swims in a space of sheer serenity. When ocean is stormy, day or night, the heart sinks into darkness swirls with apprehension, smashing blindly against currents of anxiety. Ocean depth is not scary, perhaps the invisible currents of uncertainty, anxiety that make it scary.

If two out of seven the ocean dark calmness favors he, he cannot brag no spring. Who dares to anticipate springs seven out of seven? What future lies ahead for those suffers complete rumbles and ruins of their beloved homes in Syria? Deafened cries no one can hear! Deadened pain who can feel?

Why lesser so many lives? If, and when, spring frequents his path, he knows it is fortune. I beg and pray good wishes, peace and happiness for those who are not.

Peace For-sake Future?

I wanted to ban my eyes, shun my mind from reading news on casualties from every possible form of causes one can possibly imagine; discrimination, maltreatment against children, women or minority, be it religious or political; natural disasters all over the world killing a dozen or few lives, or suicidal bombs and warring-zones killing by tens of dozens, all that seemed less sensational, journalistic. Killing albinos for their body parts by witch doctor is rendered ‘minor issue’; killing whales, mistreating dogs or animals, where do we list them on truce schedule, how to file them on our leaders' table in priority.

I read, for the love of my family, hoping to lend a helping hand for better lives of those struggling. The whole globe is going on a whole sale killing spree. I have my nieces and nephews, I pain and dread to think the future society they will live in. All these just a mediocrity compared to the worst that may transpire. I cling, I cling on hope, I cling on that faith can lift the world from devastation, mainly for the billions that cannot defend for themselves, that continue to believe, to cling on hope.

We love our families, children, nieces, nephews and friends. Love for world peace. Forgive me if my grammar is wrong, my essay is tiring. Thank you for reading. Good night every one. Truly, heartedly wishing a peaceful night for all.

A Stunning Imagery

Nocturnal hours spent, scanning only seven images. Every image is stunning and unique, where to begin? Sometimes one mind can go crazy, literally, like one torrential storm tearing trees from roots, ghosting thoughts from emergence. This is when being fifty over does hold firm advantage in that tree, carry great ballast above water the breathe needed that makes steady the process the cognizance the miniature stunning beauty of a phenomenal activity in nature.

A wonderful friend sent many but uncannily reminded peace and hope, health and blessedness, like the tiny creature found shelters physically within divined elegance the beauty of a rose. The phenomenon itself is stunning, breathtaking.

Much appreciation for his contribution, this image, a great friend, John Lee.

Whispers, The Core

No one can deny nature’s beauty, just as no one dare smile at nature’s wrath. Every one cannot disbelieve nature can destroy what it creates. Only nature will and can repair whatever defaced. Only nature can tweak and twiddle what is imperfect. If one endeavors departure from nature, nature surely will right from wrong.

The luscious scent unruly robs us human’s sense of smell while the luxuriance with heavenly ease steals vision. The holy white, that makes one perfect “Ocean Ten” business, consummates one’s belief to the deepest core. For it is in the core that breathes the truth, whispers the pure inner-self. The core that speaks the unspoken, sees the unseen. Such is the beauty of the unseen core.

Photos contributed by John Lee, genuine, wonderful but fanatic for micro-photography.

What Is?

What is much faster than learning?

Cheating...?

What is way above not knowing?

Ignoring...?

What is a lot easier than achieving?

Leeching...?

What is way beneath than earning?

Bribing...?

Photo by Malaysian cartoonist, http://www.pri.org/stories/2011-07-11/global-political-cartoons-malaysian-cartoonist-zunar

Sail To The End Of A Rainbow

Having affected by a train of misfortunes, he still managed to overcome the worst and raced to top three. First being healthy, happy and succeeded; second is reasonably healthy, bordering happiness and wilfully fighting; third, convalescent, phantom happiness and wofully bittering. Which one is it?

It is not difficult to observe that many believe, like to believe their

own actions, words are usually justifiable than not wrong, whether truthfully or falsely. The cause of an illness effectuates the blessedness for recovery; or, justifies an effect of celebratory dissociation for recovery.

It is perhaps true that, if a problem is not about you then the worry is not about you, the worry is solely about the problem. If it is true, any truthfulness or genuineness present should, within its means, to aid to ease the pains, difficulties in the problem. Hence, the truth, that genuine hand does not worry but solely aids?

It is not about you, it is about the one with problem, the one in dilemma. Therefore, let’s talk about him; but, truth willingly helps when learns of the problem, truth worries! The truth is, it is not just about the problem, it is about nothing but only truths. Does this not imply the problem failed to acknowledge the truth? If it happened the first time, it is possible.

A suggestion for the truth - no matter how downtrodden one is in a first-world country or a country sustaining first-world living, he is still better off than war-riven, violence-torn countries, or countries stocked with slums or hopelessness.

Only a boat, made of truths & nailed by hopes, possesses whatever it takes to sail to the end of a rainbow.