A Riddle

I linger longer.
I spread faster.
I can destroy anyone infected by me.
I elicit curiosity.
I am famous.
I am searchable despite minute.
I am very powerful.
When I infect you, you can’t see me.
When I infect others you can see a magnified version of me.
I am like a tattoo.
I stay.
I can label people.
I can crash people.
I can kill people.
Just a small dose of me can do all these.
Why settle for greatness and success when I can prevail longer and faster?
I
am
MISTAKE!

Thoughts on religion

I have heard of so many people making fun of people who believe in religion. Some of them are comedians, some are random people from Facebook and some are people who are/were important to me.

I am not religious. I just believe that there is a higher being out there and it can be anyone. No religion is better than the other. We are under one home and we only have one Father and/or Mother, whoever they may be. They are just there, watching over us.

Despite hearing so many things about God and Religion; and despite my own rational questionings, I still prefer to stick to the idea of having a God. Not because I was ‘brainwashed’ and that I grew up with it but also I have my own very intimate relationship with both God and religion. I am sticking to the idea. Here are some of my idiosyncratic reasons:

Knowing that there is a higher being out there taught me humility. It reminds me of my humanness and that I am so small. Not only by kneeling down and praying all the time, the idea of humility can transcribe in other forms in the course of our human existence. Like, sometimes I wish I’d feel good to act as if I am so awesome. Having humility reminds me that, NO, I am not because there is still so many things to learn and experience in this world. If one already thinks he/she is perfect, there will be no more room for improvement and learning. Religion taught me humility, that I will never be perfect and it’s ok because I am just HUMAN.

Part of humility and accepting humanness is Forgiveness. Because I know I am imperfect, I learned how to forgive others’ shortcomings as well. Nobody is perfect. I’ve learned how to embrace and love people as a whole regardless of their own sorts of humanness.

Having a religion taught me to trust. Trust that there is is always something better coming up. I know that I will never be alone. Inside my delicate humanness, there is a rock. A rock that adversities cannot crush. It is called trust.

Having a religion taught me that I belong.I have family anywhere in the world. I travel a lot and I’ve always felt welcomed. I know that anywhere in the world, I will have a family, an inclusive one. A family that will welcome even my friends who are not of the same faith or even those who hates it. We all are welcome!

We all have our own beliefs and I am not forcing anyone to come with me, but, I will try to be humble, I will try to forgive, to trust and to welcome everyone into my life. I will try to love and through my so-called love, people will feel…people will know….that it is ok to believe in God.

Rejections

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Landing soon; Interlaken, Switzerland; Jun 2017

The more rejects I was given,
The clearer the path is becoming.
Light in the path is showing.
Those people I shouldn’t be with.
Those activities I shouldn’t participate in.
Those works I shouldn’t be doing.

The more rejects I was given,
The easier my life is becoming.
The brightness is starting to focus.
The spotlight is starting to spot.
Spot on what I should be doing.
Spot on what I should be pursuing
Spot on the location my heart will soon embrace.

Rejections are no longer hurtful.
It has become a step in finding what I am supposed to do.
What I am supposed to be.
Because I am drowning in options,
I was sent strings of divine interventions.
Rejection, is my direction.

4 Jun 2017

Time will come that the world will get used to your lingering presence. Once that happens, humans won’t anymore fear you. Humans will be equipped with courage to face you, fight you or even die with you! Humans will learn how to embrace and forgive you. You will just be part of our nature. But please, let us know your purpose because some of us will not be ready to do so, unless we understand your reason. We want to know in order for us to understand and welcome the idea of just letting you be and cohabiting with you, in this beautiful place we all are standing and living upon! Please, Let us know!

– Says ‘Humans and Humanity’ to ‘War and Terrorism’

19 May 2017

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Shifen Waterfalls, Taiwan, 13 May 2017

Strings of rejections,
Discouraged sometimes.
By events and humans alike.
Like a river which flows over and against rocks.
Rock’s eventuality is erosion.
Water will never keep still.
It will flow right through the endless ocean.
It will nourish trees of the wilderness.
It will fill up your veins, and even brains.
It will evaporate up to the sky!
The more failures, the more detours it may have, the more exposure!
I will be as calm yet as effective as water!
You will feel me, but you will not know I’ve touched you until your ‘rock-ness’ is crushed into ‘soil-ness’! Not that being a soil is bad either!
Let’s just be!
Water or soil.

– Says the “a little bit of crazy, a little bit of a fool, a little bit of lonely, a little bit of all” —–

4 May 2017

Silhouette of an old tree,
Backdrop of the sun slowly setting,
Half of my body’s mired into a quicksand
How do I get out of here?
“Why do you want to get out of here?”
A voice from behind suddenly spoke.
“This view is what you’ve ever wanted”
“Stay.”

I looked around and found nobody.
Only the dirt turned into crystalish blue water.
Like the sea or the sky? I wasn’t sure.
I turned mobile.
I was able to pass through it,
Closer to the tree.

Closer, the tree looked ordinary.
It wasn’t as magnificent as it was far away.
I wanted to swim away again.
But the blue matter turned into boiling blood.
I could see half of the people enjoying the heat.
Half of the view was poignant.

I could smell my own blood.
It felt like I was slowly melting.
Is this acid? I asked.
Am I burning?No.
The wounds were healing fast.
The scars it created formed like an art!
It looked beautiful.

I couldn’t decide.
Should I keep staying around here?
Or do I even have a choice?
Am I not paddling away enough?
Am I not running away forcefully enough?
Am I really stuck?

Humans, we never have enough!

On shaming

We are all imperfect. We ,at some point in our lives, had embarrassing public experiences that we all just want to forget. We may have accidentally shove people while rushing, or may have raised our voice on someone because of self-defense. Right? Would you appreciate it if someone just recorded that incident alone without even asking for why or how did the situation started then, circulate it online, just like that? No, right?

What happened to us? We now have this culture of shaming other people for what? For the sake of trending? Or getting famous? Or earning some money from it? Or to acquire sympathy from people we do not even know? I do not know. We all have our own motives. I just hope our motives are of greater value because it can destroy another human being’s life.

We do know that if there is really an injustice somewhere, we could bring our stories and recordings in respective avenues and government agencies. Right? Harassment isn’t tolerable, I know. These recordings are evidences. Meaning, people have to undergo trial before being judged. What are we doing now? Judging someone without trial? Destroying someone’s name and reputation without any knowledge on how exactly the events turned out to be like that?

Because of incidents like this, some of these people are being terminated from work, are being socially ostracized, are receiving threats and couldn’t anymore feel safe and at peace. They have kids , mom and dad and siblings who now, are being dragged into a messy place, as well. Who deserves to be a prisoner outside of prison? No one.

Online, these people are victims too. It is just sad to see, how fast shaming articles, videos and photos are being circulated and how it is even encouraged. I feel that this is also considered bullying.

How do we teach our children forgiveness if we, ourselves, just keep on complaining about a particular race or person online who accidentally pushed us in a crowded bus? Simple incidents that could have been resolved then and there, except we decided just to record it and embarrassed the other human being. Tarnish their reputation online? With this kind of culture, we are planting hate and a lot of prejudices. Eventually, forgiveness will become scarce. We will all just keep on shaming each other.

In a smaller scale, back-stabbing is also something like this.

Can’t we all just talk things out anymore?

These are forms of bullying! And Bullying is never ok.

P.S.

I know, I haven’t been a victim of any major incidents yet. I can sympathize on those who have been and those who have resorted into internet shaming for help. I know that through the internet, we all are given voices, to share and be heard. It is faster to do so too. But, I’m also sending some sympathy to those whose lives have been destroyed because of internet shaming…..

I feel sorry for humanity. I really do. =(

Swipe

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Simplicity of exists, Door in an alley in Marrakesh, Morocco, Feb 2017

Her mom and dad met through a friend.
In her mom’s dormitory, her dad was beguiled.
He never let her go from then on.
They knew what love meant in their twenties.
By choice or by circumstances,
They decided to stick through happiness and hardships.
That was the norm.
To see what was good, choose, decide then commit to the decision.

Fast forward, thirty years later,
People rely on visual cues and finger’s movement,
To gamble,
Emotions at stake.
Overloaded with choices, to decide seems absurd.
Choosing and standing by the decision seems to be a stupid mistake.
It breaks hearts, families, sometimes sanity.

The norm is no longer to stick through happiness and pain.
It has become, to run away as fast if his hair isn’t what she expected,
Her breasts aren’t as perfect as in the photos,
He is into computer games.
Her movement in bed doesn’t feel right.
He doesn’t drive her dream car!
She doesn’t drink, and dance and party!

Superficial reasons become grounds to race to the exist door.
Selecting by eliminating seems to be the perfect method.
The problem is, choices are abundant.
In the ocean of faces and graces,
How and why would one still choose?
Trial and error and error and error.
Right doesn’t exist anymore.
It’s all just mistakes!
Stupid human mistakes!
Tiny weaknesses viewed as enormous barriers!

Stability of friendship and ambiguity in commitment.
Design of the future became the reality of today.
Traditionals break the most.
Conformists enjoy.

Kisses, goodbyes.
Touch and go.
Trial and error.
Enter and exit as fast as one could.
Wrong, they aren’t.
Love is universal.
Be it commited or not.

But reality remains, that in this framework,
Despite it’s beauty and convenience to most,
It hurts a few.
That one percent in this vast ocean of choices.
Could probably be counted by human’s ten fingers
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two,
Me!

I was wrong for him.
Whilst I thought he was right for me!

I swiped right!
He just LEFT!