Life is like a hot coal,we do not grow a coal by watering it.
When we hear about war, we think about the cries of battle and noise. The music of the gun and the dance of death, victory and defeat, strength and weakness
When we hear about war, we should think about silence, the stillness that envelops the earth, the melody of the echo, we should think about humanity defeated
For war is like an ejaculation, the euphoria when being turned on is appalling, the masculinity and ego is tested, proof of not being sterile follows, after sometime comes the ejaculation, leaving everyone weak and withered, just like ejaculation the rise to strength after is not immediate.
Every word exchanged, every blow dealt, a piece of our humanity is chipped off, every kill, every victory comes the defeat of humanity, till no part survives, we become living mannequins, spectators in our world.
If you come across error, rather than uprooting it, see if you can trim it patiently, allowing the light to shine on the nucleus of goodness, usually not missing in erroneous situations, you cannot grow a coal by watering it.
Intended for discourse
We have given them our own meaning, giving effects to their usage, a tone of reality to one, a tone of vanity to the otherWants..the latter of both, we enclose our wildest aspirations, keeping impossibility close to it, excessiveness on top of it and the word ‘vanity' to sum it upNeeds..the former of both, we enclose our subdued desires, believing cos of it's accessibility, encouraging mediocrity and the word ‘reality' to comfort ourselves.One holds a picture of the greatest moment of our entire lives, the other tells us we are not worthy of it. One holds your dreams, the other a blindfold.Due to reality associated with one, the urge to thrive has been short wired, what we want no longer matters, it's what we need.I sit and dream about luxury, of course it's not a need, you don't have to need things to get it, that you want it is enough to go get it.©dabor-eltoro.
As wrinkles set in.
The Adolescence is clearly the disparity between gayness and misery, we leave the comfort of not knowing to the knowledge burdened with expectation.The scare of failure takes over the power of dreams, the drive for success takes over the joys of the moment, experience isn't experienced anymore but read.The reason for inventions becomes recognition, our once happy laughter is modeled to avoid criticism, our friendship turns into competition and possible elimination.The reason for this write, you might see as of derision but to me sagacious, why would I wake up at midnight for no just reason, why can't I have a full night of sleep, when last did you.©dabor-eltoro.
At a bar, I sat with a bottle, a sign of celebration and defeat, whether you won or not, everybody sees a celebration.Then I began to think, why the lights are dim, the music loud, everywhere packed full, laughter and smiles on distorted Lips, why with strangers.This celebration is for the dead, hiding our faces behind the lights, hoping to escape our demons even for a night, this is not a party, this is a mock funeral.Of course you would doubt me, because you can't hear him, everyone of this situation spoke to him, he carries all and gives all, only the bottle knows all.©dabor-eltoro.