The Words I Would Say

      I just know it; I can feel it deep down within me. After all is said and done, there’s going to be a time when I’ll be alone. And in that time, I might be sitting, standing, or lying, and I’ll sure reflect on all my life has been. And at that point, nothing is going to matter, just the one thought that would dominate all others in my mind. It’s either I lived my life as I should, or I didn’t. Either I touched someone or I didn’t. Either I made a difference in someone’s life or I didn’t. Either I answered a question in the universe or I left another question to be answered. Either I lived and loved or I just existed. Either I made every breath count or didn’t. Either I’ll be remembered forever or I would be forgotten in the twinkle of an eye. Either I rose to great heights or I was stuck on the ground. Either I discovered my purpose and destiny or I got lost chasing mirages. Either I reminisce about what could, would, or should have been or I tell st...

      Everyone loves the truth. Well not everyone loves to say the truth, but everyone wants to hear it. That explains why you get mad when someone lies to you, especially someone you trust, or whose opinion matters to you. As a matter of fact, no one likes being lied to, because sooner or later, some important choice or decision is going to be made based on that lie, and the outcome is almost often not so pleasant. Even half the truth is just as bad as telling a lie because the part you’d want to hide is the most important part of all. But my mind races to the lie. You’d be surprised that lies kinda have some logic bomb designed inside them, once the required conditions have been adequately met, the explosion is loud and deafening, bright and blinding, hot, steaming and burning away at the tongue that utters it. Before I delve into true lies, I’d like to say a bit about the believe system. Human beings from time past have always been prone to believing in s...

       Wow! Twelve posts of “The Words I would Say” and I’m beginning to marvel. We can actually pull this off! I once tried to imagine how writers felt in two very real situations in their lives. The first was that situation where a writer writes, but readers don’t read what he writes. I’m telling you it rips your heart out. Just the fact that there’s no medium to get his work out sort of kills him slowly from the inside. Every writer desires that his/her work be read; to a large extent, that’s all he/she is really asking for. The second situation is that the writer sees his work being read. Imagine the feeling a writer has when he’s sitting in a bus or in the corner of the park and he sees the person sitting next to him totally engrossed in his book, without that person knowing he is sitting beside the author of that book. I’m telling you it’s a feeling everyone would love to have, it’s one those who have experienced wouldn’t want to trade for anything. ...

Been quite a while since I wrote on here (although I secretly sign in to check the counter), hope I’m forgiven. Personally, I think actually being honest is a lot harder than writing something honest. That explains why I don’t write here as often as I should. I want to write stuff I believe in, stuff that actually work, and not just write them, but write them honestly. Because sooner or later, I’m sitting alone in my corner of the world feeling down and even I log in just to read these words to myself. So when I write on this blog, I hope it becomes a source of encouragement and hope for you; something you want to read when life throws some tough situation at you. Sometimes I feel that if I knew or saw someone passing through my situation or something similar, and is still holding on, I get the feeling that I too can hold on tight. That’s what I’m doing, that’s why I’m writing; I want to be that person for you. Thanks for your support so far, you’ve been wonderful!    ...

Have you ever caught yourself saying that? Or have you ever been told? Maybe not and maybe you’ve heard and maybe you’ve both heard and told yourself. One of the greatest steps to positive change is first of all admitting there’s something wrong with the status quo and that things ought not to be the way they are, and then being open to that change. Until we find something wrong with the way things are, we’d probably be stuck right where we are, without ever moving forward. If you’re not a worrier, then the rest of us can learn a lot from you. But if you are, then this write up is for you, maybe it will encourage and correct you as much as it has me. A few days ago I heard myself say I worry too much and I’ve been told a couple of times. I can recall several months ago when I said I thrived on worry. But talking about change and being open to it made me realize all I was doing was killing myself over nothing. That is exactly what worry does… it kills you. Everyone passes through tryi...

“Everyone loves a happy ending”. I’ve heard that quite a number of times (possibly in my head) or in a movie of some sort. But it is a deep seated desire in rational human beings to have beautiful and happy endings. I literally avoid movies and stories that depict tragedy and so – called reality because one tends to lose faith in small concepts such as the one I am writing about – “Beautiful Endings”.  Ever watch a movie where so many horrible things happen to the main character? At first, the suffering and many tough situations and circumstances probably caught your attention. Maybe because some of these situations and circumstances are similar to yours or you just wonder how one could suffer so much in a lifetime, or you were just sticking around to see how much more the guy could take. Then in the middle of the movie, the guy loses someone or some people dear to him, and you are moved; you sympathize and there and then, new hope rises in you on his / her behalf, and you pra...

It’s been a long while since I wrote on here, it’s one of those things everyone does or should do every once in a while – re-evaluating priorities. I’ve tried writing other stuff in my ‘little break’ from reality; I’ve written a novel (fictional), I’ve read very little, thought very hard, avoided individuals and basically everyone who cares about me or my existence. I’ve got to admit it was not as I planned it to be, but I do admit that no matter how much you love your own company, it gets lonely every once in a while. Quite frankly, I never thought I’d be writing about this topic. I’ve been wanting to write it, but for some crazy reason I couldn’t. That crazy and insane reason was that I wanted to experience it before I wrote about it. I think you’d agree that that is not such a bad idea. Apart from the reality check, another reason I haven’t written on here is that writing is one way I say what I truly mean (even though it’s not easy). If I didn’t mean something, then I probably wo...