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Wednesday 22 May 2013

SELF DENIAL

 this is the most killing of all diseases ever discovered yet ignored, self denial describes a fellow whose true convictions have started loosing grip, convictions about what they can do, what they can handle and literally what good they can amount in life.
   a childhood thats raped of passion is as good as a memory of being in hell and cant lay off away, a youth thats dreamless is but only the right path to an adulthood thats full of regrets and tears.
thats how some of us live this life, superficially at some phases where the world seem to be laid with its weight on our shoulders.
   it could be a word said by a parent who cares or feels you cant be a name, it could be one of those expensive jokes you heard a friend made thats hurting as a hot toffee nut. self denial can grow out of so many negative reasons. reasons and conditions thats resulted from being around negative people. never to say we are to avoid our childhood friends who happened to be one of those geeks and jerks incubated in our very own world, as we might see them sometimes, but its also in that same vein that truth.
   you hurt inside and you don't wanna say it out, they trampled on your innocence yet you always try to impress them anyway. no! you are harboring what's taking your life by inches all the time.
   when i was a kid, the strangest word in my life is 'compliments'. when i hear parents of my friends praise their children i get an ironical feeling of being impressed, well am suppose to be by the other way- the right way, however deep down in the heart of my heart, i literally get uncomfortably angered.
   why? am i such a bad friend? am i being envious all this time? that i cant say, all i knew was mine own befitting judgments., and that is...of what pleasure is getting adored that lovely.
   frustrations! frustrations made me feel that awe-full, i get frustrated when those nice words are said, now not because they are being said at my presence, neither the thought of isolation the problem., its simple, i just never get that opportunity where they will be said to me. maybe because i don't have who to say them nice words to my endeavors and handwork!.
   when a teenager i remember when i celebrated the first day my father smiled back at me! amazing!.
   with a child this empty, i believe you can imagine what attitude life can make out of me, how beastly my thoughts should always, probably the most demonic face on the planet I'd chose me for the whole ride of life.
as life would prove it anyway, its now the other way round.
   i understood how lovely life can be when you are positive about people and circumstances. i also uncovered how wonderful it can be when you believe in your own self, despite it all odds, i stood out bold to chose my friends not let them chose me, which means am always looking for the right mirror for th household.
  self-denial has a historical stand of growth, it starts from a point and ends in to a big shadow and smoke for its victims.
self denial is what negative thoughts we keep in heads that affect our very heart of thinking.
  so how about resisting it all, the words, the deeds of friends, the negative remark and also moving on to have a sense of personal conviction.
though for a start it looks like an empty journey, but yet it pays from that same first step.
let the pains away and off you

Monday 28 November 2011

DEALING WITH DEPRESSION IN LIGHT WAYS

Life in the days of this millenium is studded of somany pains and hurts, you go through the week with a heart pounding and ramshackled, stress is what drives our racing thoughts.
This starts from our very families, the poor crib we live in, mothers stepping on daughters shoes, fathers stepping on their sons toes. life screws us all!
  a little tear accompanies us through the nightmare, we gnash, hold our lips in a tight grip,burning from the inside of our thoughts. "i hate you" always come afterward, against those hard-shelled hearts who care little about how we feel. they give out no damn to the pains in our hearts. that is a given, that is life.
However though we accept those negative intimidations, thoughts and feelings, our very healthy emotions are what is murdered before our own eyes...silly? it is even with our very help.
  But then what do we do about it, what are we doing to help it go down?
been touched by experiences i have been abled to device effective ways of controlling the poor proviso.
this involves first the hooks of depression and hurts on our hearts. these are:
a. Self Denial
b. Mental passivity
c. Dependence
d. Holding Time as Scapegoat

Saturday 27 August 2011

facts or fiction-it lies without a true frame.with might but it will manage into the heart of man on a broad space of a pathway...that these eyes as starry as it glitters. lamb of the soul in the voice of holy scriptures. shall see no pictures. not even a ray of light. that those limbs stronger than a bone-rollers to the adventurers train would engrave the dusty earth one tragic hour not anymore. when the face will grow wrinkles at the end...cease the day the poet would say now the walls can send back the echoe of your questions. do something!.

Friday 26 August 2011

Letter To The Adventurer.

when the world give you ears... if it is to be a question hanging in the court of humanity. how do you respond to: what have you to say when the world give you ears?. when you in so great a measure owe the posterity-the young dreams...A STORY.To the try-so-hard personaliti es. rowing in the swamp of despair.embracing failure thereafter as fate. would you be of confidence to say ''when i was there...'' to the adventural world looking for the slightest priviledge of making parallel ends meet. at least as a guidlight? ...memories save lives...you and i as student of this.observing the steps of this sick world have seen in the big picture the image of ill-motivation and failure. this as a nightmare has kept for long our societies ramshackled in the darkness of fear and hoplessness. The heart of our youth no longer make trouncing impulses but rather beat faintly.their minds as boards. gives background not anymore to visions of the good~life. rather again reflects but dull portraits of life-is-unfair. what is in for me through this life?. what does the future hold in store for us? these so many questions on their minds and forever they would be. when they dont reshape their faith in the struggle. if we dont stop these streets from looking at the future from the peripheral yesterday not as a store of hope for the wretched mankind. it lies into our own hands. the destiny of the unborn child. what are you doing in the purpose of your creation?.worthy of emulation. the rose blooms in its season yet withers down in the scorching sun. ALAS!. perhapse it exemplifies the days your youth.