Men aren't as simple as you think they are.. To me, they speak a foreign language I cannot understand nor will I ever be able to learn it.. Women on the other hand are easy to understand just high maintenance to deal with..

If tomorrow isn't a given..

Let's imagine that tomorrow isn't a given, which it really isn't; I wonder what are we waiting for? If happiness lies within the little moments; why miss them? If love is something we've got plenty to give; why give it out only in small doses? If laughter makes us happy; why not crack a joke right now? If risks are something that make life interesting; why be scared to risk something that doesn't last forever anyway?  Seize the day, live for the moment, regret nothing.. If tomorrow isn't a given; why be scared to live for today? And don't be worried to loose yourself as fear will always keep us grounded..

I guess it's called "growing up"..

I thought that I was living my life to the max, I thought I felt alive and I thought I couldn’t do it any better..

But then I woke up one day, not from a dream after I had slept..

No, I woke up as if something had smacked me in the face while I was already awake..

I realised that all these years of “living my life” were wasted and gone..

Yes I had fun and yes I’ve experienced things that for some would only happen in their wildest imagination..

But I got too distracted and forgot who I am in this whole process because I was too busy to consume and be consumed..

It seems like as if my "Future Me" travelled back in time to get my Alive tattoo done just so that two years later I would question whether I’m really doing this thing called life correctly or how I truly intended for it to be like ->

Feeling Alive rather than just be content with the given task of existing…

I was naïve to think that the pages of my book were full and colourful but in reality they’re still blank apart from the first page and this silly page looks worn out and is merely a repetition of the same mistakes and foolishness..

I guess it’s called "growing up"..

Living in a dream-world while reality is objecting..

Gangs

Let's unlock all front doors, remove all gates and hand each and every single one of us a gun.

Which side would be left standing? The once who have always been carrying guns or the once who seek revenge?

Bitter sweet revenge will turn an exhausted mind blind and prejudice will kill the innocent.

Blood flooded streets and too many bodies to burn.

The haunted become the feared while the power enhanced feeling of the gun feeds their spirit.

With fear in our necks we shall remain silent and think of better ideas to solve one of the planet's biggest issue..

Sometimes you've gotta take your time to unsubscribe to stuff just to get rid of junk in your life for good coz ignoring it, will just keep that unwanted junk coming in..

Apple Tree

Once upon a time a little baby girl was born, to what seemed, save the face of her own family as infidelity tainted their reputation, their bond, their promise to stay together.

To welcome this little girl to this planet, an apple tree was planted. This in many eyes would merely seem like an ordinary tradition but in reality the apple tree served as a clever distraction of the current events.

Time passed and the beautiful family life her parents managed to keep up fooling themselves and everyone around them, didn't seem to last as long as they had hoped for.

Just like it could happen at a theatrical performance, the scenery they've built and worked on so hard suddenly collapsed.

What the girl was meant to save, could in fact have never been saved. Her presence wasn't of use any longer. She soon learned to feel the hand of reality, the dark side, the unpleasant, done nothing blamed for everything, her innocence taken away too early, of no use or worth, just there, locked up, just existing.

As the girl grew older, her apple tree did too and one day, as apple trees do, grew apples but not a single one was edible. Instead of sweet, juicy and big apples, her apple tree grew them small and already rotten brown. Unexplainable to everyone but it didn't cause much furore either. It was what it was, maybe not even a big surprise, maybe even predictable.

There was nothing wrong with the tree; after all, no one ever said that if we plant an apple tree we should expect the sweet, juicy and big apples. In fact we're merely taking responsibility to look after a tree once we've planted it.

As I've mentioned, there was nothing wrong with the tree, it only represented the true face of reality, the dark and unpleasant but yet not less reality. As harsh as it might seem, in reality lies beauty, each rotten fruit was a piece of truth unveiled.

Unfortunately, society couldn't bare to look at an apple tree that wouldn't represent the false image of perfection, beauty, "the norm" and whatever measures they've set themselves to believe that the apple tree wasn't worth growing any more. Of course it had to be removed, it might ruin the scenery they have worked on so hard. Instead they overbuilt the land.

The girl learned that society doesn't find reality pleasant, she learned that they will try to overbuild and cover up everything that doesn't measure up to their agenda.

She also learned to love the beauty of reality, she learned to appreciate it and to be grateful for it. And as long as she'll live she'll uncover a piece of truth with every word she says. Only few will understand, the majority will despise her for they do not want to see reality as they are too fragile to deal with it, too dumb to understand it, too comfortable to bare it, too blind to see how beautiful it really is!