Profound Thoughts

Feel the blood running through your veins,  Force open the rusted door to the future Be excited... Every time you fall,  Make yourself stronger... Get up... Let them step on your pride... Until your limits will allow... Give sweet little despair a hug... Rise up...

The sound of the rushing waves as it rises and ebbs, the salt laden breeze, the smell of the sea... Near the waterline, I stood still looking at the wide expanse that is beyond me. Somewhere in time, someone must have been looking at the sea the same way I do. Somebody without a trace but was alive at that very moment lost in time. Upon closing my eyes, I intently listen to the sea’s murmurs, rumblings and indiscernible whispers, knowing all too well that whatever it wishes to convey can never be understood. I uttered my thoughts to the sea, words carried listlessly away by the wind to the further reaches of the horizon. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that the waterline has already rested on my ankles. The sea is coaxing me to swim with it and get to feel its watery embrace. I hesitated for a moment, but soon found myself frolicking in all its encompassing hug. With every stroke, I become one with my soul. Every gasp for air, I realize how much alive I am… Wanting to live for lon...

Take my hand Don’t let go I’m here to hold you You must be brave Together we will find a way Heaven knows How much you mean to me How can I let go

The heavens are weeping... The heavens that looks over all the world's occurrences must have more grief than I do. What have I done to make you weep so much that it brings tears to my eyes?  How I long to see your smile like that ray of light that pierces through an overcast sky. That smile, for as long as it's for the sake of keeping that beautiful smile in my heart, I wouldn't care what would become of me. A reassuring tug making its way into the inner recesses of my heart like an invisible hand leading me to the further reaches of the pathways, I can keep on going until I reach the bounds of forever.... The world may turn indifferent... I am never alone... If only I see you smile once more...

If a life’s worth may tantamount to nothing... Immerse in a world of fantasy instead, raising one’s awareness to an echelon higher than what is ascribed as reality weaving magic in its threads, concocting soothing images for a meandering spirit on a harsh path to baring life’s truth.  It will give more premium to a life gone weary...

Light from the multitude of stars glitter, twinkle and blaze amidst the chilly and distant gaps of space. In all its splendor usher my consciousness to occupy their same space in the universe as if for one powerful and engulfing moment becoming the same person, giving and receiving until the stars themselves fade into the predawn sky.

Raindrops travel in the same direction as its resistance... Powerless, yielding, feeble... leaving a liquid trail in its wake... which will soon be effaced as do the droplet of rain... On the other hand, when we travel against the resistances of life... we create perceptible traces over time becoming more steadfast as we tackle head on the challenges and demands... surviving, living, thriving...

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been. And to protect their delicate vision of that other time, madmen will justify their condition with touching loyalty, and surround it with a thousand distractive schemes. These schemes, in turn, drive them deeper and deeper into the darkness and light, their mortification and reward, and confront them with a choice. They may either slacken and fall back, accepting their relief of a rational view and the approval of others, or they may push on, and, by falling arise. When and if by their unforgivable stubborness they finally burst through to worlds upon worlds of motionless light, they are no longer called afflicted or insane. They are called saints...  ~Mark Helprin

Then a realization would hit you that whatever it is that you are doing is futile and that whatever talents and skills you have are wasted and that this is not the kind of life you desire to lead. That no matter how hard you try to illude yourself you are happy and content, you are really not okay.

The profound get to experience a varying degree of emotions which can go in extremes, lingering on the most intense of highs and the deepest of lows, with variable and obscure gaps in between, with which the intensity and length of laughter mirror the depth of lonesomeness.

Life is a constant stream of decisions, changes and revisions. Sifted again and again. Knowledge gained, thought to have understood, never known and still trying to ascertain from occurrences happening invariably in life. And that as we age, despite the faltering of memories, we rise higher and higher, until, close to the end, we view our life’s history perched atop a platform in the clouds our humble beginnings, the struggles, the failures, triumphs and successes, the people instrumental in all of our undertakings…

When it's black, Take a little time to hold yourself, Take a little time to feel around, Before it's gone, You won't let go, But you still keep on falling down, Remember how you saved me now, From all of my wrongs yeah, If there's love just feel it, If there's life we'll see it, This is no time to be alone, I, wont let you go, Say those words, Say those words like there's nothing else, Close your eyes and you might believe, That there is some way out, Open up, Open up your heart to me now, Let it all come pouring out, There's nothing I can't take, And if you feel the fading of the light, And you're too weak to carry on the fight, And all your friends that you count on have disappeared, I'll be here, not gone, forever, holding on,  If your sky is falling, Just take my hand and hold it, You don't have to be alone, alone, yeah, I won't let you go, ~ James Morrison

Late at night Sunshines are sleep that night With every star light Blowing in the wind Hold on Let me inside your tears I’m gonna hold you Just be with me Stay with me Darkness is near by me Sometimes I’m lonely But I can see Hold me Let me inside your dreams You gonna hold me As you loved me Sometimes I feel The great time That we had together All the time I won’t ask even though trying to far away I know you are still there with me Fly away From your tears make you sad When the spring winds blowing You wanna dance with me Go away With a flap of the wings You are still shinning All on my dreams ~ Angel Eyes

Deal hypocrisy with honesty and sincerity... Almost all hypocrites are noncommittal. But if they do, it must mean that they are aiming to strike at weak-mindedness like a predator to a prey taking the upper hand. Be wary or you might just end up being pulled along, seeing illusions, investing heavily on the emotional side without reciprocation and be hurt. Take the higher ground. Make a sincere and honest response for this will weaken the will of the foolish. Overpowered to retreat back to its shallow and hastily dug burrow or perhaps be willingly led outside its suffocating den.

A muggy and quiescent day, I see only a few people around... I directed my humble bike to an inclined track then allowed myself to descend with both feet steadied on the pedals. The still air became a discernible wall as I moved against it dampening, brushing my exposed skin. We may not see some things, but it does not mean they aren't there... I have gone biking on these bicycle paths a multitude of times. I know the place like the back of my hands.  And every time, I see people who are with friends, with families or with their pets. Some alone... I am a mere spectator. I take a glance at their faces, making conjectures... whether they are happy, troubled... lost in thoughts... Then I pass by... and go back to to my previous thoughts... dismissing everything... focusing on myself... We encounter various personas in our lives... There are onlookers, friends, acquaintances, loved ones...  It is good to have a set of friends, to belong to a family, t...

When in rage... step back, never confront and just walk away... Control your emotions...  If you engage in a retaliation of words, much worse a petty wrangle, you have already lost before you have uttered your first word.  Compose yourself... Simply leave and thought things over. Direct all your energy to a wide open expanse. Shout, let it out with all that you've got...  Let there not be a morsel of anger left for it will seed hatred in the heart.. Let all the heaped up negative feelings be lost into the stillness of nothingness... Then...  Move on....

A raging storm Stirring within the boundless depths A rushing wind Bellowing at the rolling waves A gentle soul takes flight Reaching for the heavens Soaring with the clouds Looking down below At its not so distant past Of struggles and conflicts Hope and despair Rising above it all Flying aimlessly amidst No worries, no hurts No rain, nor snow Can dampen the spirit set free

A muted saintly prayer escapes to the heavens amidst The cacophony of rings from the Church’s belfry It reminds me of those precious memories of April Where life was full of cheers and jeers Of childhood friends with too much time in their hands Running listlessly without a care for the world A simple life, innocent and meek Untouched by the complexities of the current days How I miss those days when I was young and carefree

Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come.  Thy will be done in earth,  As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us.  And lead us not into temptation,  But deliver us from evil.  For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen.

There comes a moment When my heart must stand alone On this lonely path I've chosen Like a house that's not a home Sometimes when I feel I've had enough And I feel like giving up You willed me to be all I can be Now nothing can stop me I believe in the power that comes From a world brought together as one I believe together we'll find I believe in the power of you and I This is the moment We have dreamed of all our lives We'll be the change we wish from others We'll stand tall for what is right And in my heart there'll be no doubt The arms of the world will come reaching out And embrace me to be all I can be Now nothing can stop me I believe in the power that comes From a world brought together as one I believe together we'll fly I believe in the power of you and I I believe the time is right now Stand tall and make the world proud I believe together we'll fly I believe in the power of you and I I believe in the power of you and I ~Nikky Yanofsk...

The future calls Indistinct voices in the wind From the edges of tomorrow Conveying a message of hope Comforting an anxious heart On a dreary sky A ray of light pierces through Striking a portion of the waters Glistening pockets of radiance Enthralling a decrepit soul A puddled earthen path Mindfully treading through To reach a fork at the fore Walking on much firmer ground Moving on self-confidently Riddled with choices and chances A thought perforates through Signifying intentions Linking the heart, body and soul A life charges through

Life is not all about heartaches.  We sometimes get hurt, get lost but those are the reasons  why we stand up again,  why we learn to mend our broken hearts, why we seek to ask directions.... ~Leda

Love is real , real is love Love is feeling , feeling love Love is wanting to be loved Love is touch, touch is love Love is reaching, reaching love Love is asking to be loved Love is you You and me Love is knowing we can be Love is free, free is love Love is living, living love Love is needed to be loved John Lennon

Some battles need to be fought and won… When the going gets too tough, sometimes I would passivize myself and hide in my insulated cocoon. So, I learned that when you leave a bind in a flash without nary a glance, or recognition…complicates things further. Out of the blue, you find yourself more entangled in a mesh that can spawn lies and deceit. When in the first place if you would have acted in earnest, and remained steadfast with whatever remaining ounce of strength you have, would have taken the edge off the stress in the running. When in a pinch, never contemplate on running away from what has been entrusted to you. Tackle things head on. Never give in to skepticism. Do what is supposed to be done. In a battle of wills, only the toughest of heart can survive where losing will come to mean a certain depredation, a dreadful demise and victory, benediction and admiration .

How unsettling can it be when you find yourself in murky waters… Whether you will be stepping on solid ground, a quagmire, a glass shard or a golden nugget... is something that is beyond your line of sight. A little bit of courage, a heightened feeling… gauging whatever is beneath the soles of your feet... whether it be safe or daunting… whether to return or to go on… Knowing all too clearly that whatever it is you have in mind is just directly in front of you and that there is no other way of getting there… You can bleed. You will feel hurt. But if you won’t take the risk, you will forever remain on the other side.

Half the world is sleeping Half the world's awake  Half can hear their hearts beat  Half just hear them break I am but a traveler  Been most everywhere  Ask me what you want to know I have been to sorrow  I have been to bliss  Where I'll be tomorrow  I can only guess  Through the darkest desert  Through the deepest snow  Forward, always forward I go  Forward, always forward  Onward, always up  Catching every drop of hope  In my empty cup  What a journey it has been  And the end is not in sight  But those stars are out tonight  And they're bound to guide my way  When they're shining on my life  I can see a better day  I won't let the darkness in  What a journey it has been    ~Julie Gol d Journey - Leah Salonga

In solitude, I immerse in a world of my own. A consciousness I only know of. A realm I haven’t shared with anyone. Even I myself, cannot fully understand. In here peace reigns supreme. Keeping clatters at bay… I can listen intently to my thoughts. Converse with my inner self And reflect on what had gone before… In the quiet and stillness, I weave stories I can only hear and tell… Allowing my soul to speak. Releasing veiled emotions From the inner confines on which it dwells… It nurses concealed wounds Reassuring the restless flame within A calming presence in bouts of anger Heartens the weakened resolve of a chasing and itinerant spirit… My sanctuary, my safe refuge…

Hovering… Barely touching… An obscure presence, not felt… A relic of the past… A figment of imagination… A mere spectator… A listless soul… A passive thought…

Time is relative...  This is what we know based on the context of the Theory of Relativity which we cannot fully comprehend given the relative scale of time for it to be observed is beyond our own. But within the bounds of human emotion, we feel it quite noticeably...  In sadness and in anticipation, time dilates... prolonging the misery and agony. In joy and in sheer bliss, time goes by so swiftly... we long for continuity. Our physical presence is a distortion in the interwoven continuum of space-time. Our emotions, on the other hand are perturbations in the fabric of our psyche... The challenge therefore lies in alleviating the weight of our emotional loads, adding more substance to a happy and meaningful existence stressing our tug in the fabric of space and time.

Dreams are terrifying as they are beautiful… From childhood, we have been taught to dream. By the time we are able to gauge our capabilities, we begin to aspire and so create dreams… The dreams we make are clear-cut, but soon recognize it as a multifaceted undertaking by the time we find ourselves in its execution. The good times, the hard times… we try to hold on to our aspiration until we are more capable of its realization. Building the dream from the roots to its apices, is a mountainous terrain of obstacles requiring willpower for sustenance. Every trek onwards is a mindful reflection of strategies, navigating through failures and successes. What is left at the end of each day... a weary soul, an emboldened heart... leaving out nightmarish outcomes when the worse comes to worst... Though we fall short, we have to convince ourselves that we can make things happen in one way or another at an agreeable cost.

You are the only person who can make yourself happy. In life, all of us have goals and ambitions.   But in the pursuit of those goals, we lose sight of the bigger picture that we are doing these things to make  ourselves happy. Think of "your" happiness. You owe it to yourself. Be gentler. Be kind... Make yourself happy.. .

A whiff of air blowing through can easily expire the flame of a happiness of a mortal kind. It will never last.  When we dwell under false light, we will soon find ourselves alone, fearful and lost. No matter how hard we try in convincing ourselves otherwise, misery and pain, worry and emptiness hurt the soul... We can never be truly happy... Compensating for life and time lost in this transient life we have requires us to gather our whole selves before reclaiming the eternal blessings born under the divine light... Welcoming the radiance of the heavens with palm fronds being waved intermittently creating wisps of wind intensifying the flames of celestial bliss...

The wooden cross I had been holding on to during the weekly Via Crucis is a profound and tangible connection to my Faith, whereupon embracing it I am able to internalize with myself and my Creator. As droplets of sweat trickle down the side of my face, I would feel the strong urge to wipe it dry. But I couldn't do so for my hands are both tied, I just let it fall.  The prayers would turn to a murmur. The moments of silence an agonizing wait. My knees would start to buckle, but I try to keep my firm stance. I am never used to kneeling. I surmised it is actually quite a pain. A few droplets of stinging perspiration would find its way to my eyes. The physical torment hounds me  more and more after each station. But who am I to  complain...  I am holding a cornerstone of my being....

We are subjected to tests of character almost all the time. What we learn, what we infuse to our lives, what we get rid off... are determined on how poignant the experience is. There are episodes we skip in the recalling. There are chapters we fondly bring back into mind. Our pasts and our current now are prologues of our future.  How we deal with our hurts, find encouragement from our joys... How we inculcate the learnings after each episode or chapter will shape the principles which will define our being, our aspirations and our expectations in future chapters of our lives...

Everything happens in its own time. There are times when we lose perspective, blame our luck and become despondent. However, there is a time for everything. And when that appropriate time comes, things will start working the way they were supposed to be.

I know the sound of each rock and stone And I embrace what others fear You are not to roam in this forgotten place Just the likes of me are welcome here Everything breathes and I know each breath For me it means life For others it's death It's perfectly balanced Perfectly planned More than enough for this man Like every tree stands on its own Reaching for the sky I stand alone I share my world with no one else All by myself I stand alone ~ Quest for Camelot I Stand Alone - Steve Perry

The human heart is both powerful  and is ever pure...  It is an omnipotent presence  w hether it be   in a fit of rage or in the hope of a dream... Yet it always has to convince the mind  to reach a certain eventuality,  whether it be in exultation or a tragedy... The human mind is the voice of reason,  traversing through the grays and the in-between... Yet, it can never persuade an unbending heart... For if it does things on its own,  there will definitely linger  uncertainties, or regrets where a resolution may take  our remaining lifetime...

Accepts you as you are... Believes in you... Calls on you... Doesn't give up on you... Envisions the whole of you... Forgives your mistakes... Gives unconditionally... Helps you... Invites you over... Just be with you... Keeps you close at heart... Loves you... Makes a difference in your life... Never disconnects... Offers support... Picks you up... Quiets your fears... Raises your spirits... Sticks through thick and thin... Tags at you... Understands you... Values you... Walks beside you... X-plains things you don't understand... Yells when you won't listen... Zaps you back into reality...

Dancing in the rain, Without a care in the world… Letting go of all frustrations Letting in all the joys and hope Giving up worldliness… Giving in to vulnerability… Taking in as many chances… Erasing as much doubts and fears. Open up… So you’ll know what awaits you… Dance like you never stopped… Take this chance and give everything you’ve got… Never let the rhythm drop… Live life as if it is never ending Until your light has gone away… Keep on dancing… in the rain…

Someday when my hair has fully turned to gray, I will look back to this very day when dreams prevailed over expediency. I may not know now of what has happened in between, but this would have been gradually unveiled until that day of recalling. The journey might have not gone smoothly, a few bumps along the way. I may have hurt and I might have been hurt. There may be regrets. But by then, I believe I have lived a full life and I must have touched and inspired a lot of souls… a profound existence of a window in time…

We are surfing on a perpetual wave. Every day we have to challenge a wave after wave of change. How we succeed depends on how we ride atop a wave so that we can accordingly adjust our heading to catch the next one. How we ride the wave and adjust to the changes that come our way will determine how we cope up with challenges in our future years. 

Many had meandered on our current paths. They all had come and then were gone… They always walk right in front of us. And we can never get too close. For it is not distance that separates, But, a barrier which is time. Every crossroads, every bend… Greetings had been exchanged… Whether it be brief or lifelong promises… What happened thereafter, we can only guess…

a baby is born... the mother cries as she sees  a glance of his daddy there in his eyes takes him home and watches him sleep,  stands and wonders who he’s gonna be,  his first kiss... his first love... the innocence, it doesn't last  for our dreams and  our future go by so fast... mountains move,  rivers run,  shadows fall with the setting sun,  thunder rolls and  lighting strikes  the darkness covers and swallows up the light…  time flies... an old man, sits alone trying hard to remember... his memories hanging somewhere on the wall see through his eyes the world looks gray  his life was full of color but the colors faded away... we all laugh and  we all cry  we all live and  we all die  but through it all  and in between time flies....

God didn't promise days without pain...  Laughter without sorrow... Sun without rain, but He did promise... Strength for the day,  Comforts for the tears and  Light for the way...

Caught up with the responsibilities I have taken upon myself, I stopped dreaming…  I was ushered into a lull, became entangled in a mesh where I came to see things in the same kind of light. I started to doubt my capabilities and turned to the darker side of me. I languished in it. I started to fade away. I withdrew from my life’s aspirations, thought things over and almost accepted my fate. Now, I’ve reached a tipping point and I have decided to move on from this bleak chapter in my life. I dare to dream once more… I could feel a powerful urge telling me to press on. This is the most opportune time for me to do so. The signs are everywhere and they are prodding me. I will be taking a bold move, much sooner than I planned. I am dreaming big for there is no limit when it comes to dreams. Then, I shall leave everything to my faith…

Stagnation agitates… The mind wanders… Breeding discontent… Brooding, to an ill-fated downfall… Liberation, to a certain progression.

I was waiting, but I was not doing anything… Now I’m still waiting, but I'm anticipating for something… For I am slowly trying to turn my gears once again… I am not sure if it budged… but I’ll continue doing so… Until it makes a full turn, then another… And if it moves, maybe a slight push… So that I can charge ahead… And settle on new ground …