Life is fragile, relationships are fickle and people are selfish hypocrites who couldn't be honest to save their life. And they expect me to be honest, truthful, healthy and married. I am appalled. Really don't know if I should laugh or cry. One thing I am certain of, be honest but know that not everyone deserves your honesty, trust , sympathy or love. These are precious gems, don't squatter them to beggars who don't know their true value. Your true value.©phoenixrisen
Some people are so lucky, they never feel ashamed, not because they never done anything wrong, on the contrary there is loads of shit they should be ashamed of, but they are simply not. They cannot feel anything. No shame, no guilt, no remorse, none of these negative emotions. Such blessed right. However there is a catch. They also don't feel positive emotions either. No happiness, no empathy, no affections, no love. What a small price for what a control over yourself. Yet these are the most out of control individuals.Wherever I find one of these, I couldn't stop but wonder. If they have made a deal with the devil. Whatever they want for their soul. For I find no soul in those eyes. Cold, calculative, predators eyes. Never.©phoenixrisen
You know those movies where villains, evil aliens or supernatural beings suck life out of innocent people. I feel like something is sucking life out of me right now. Like a leech who wouldn't let go for years. A parasite slowly controlling my life and destroying my will to live. I feel trapped in some sick practical joke. All I want is to get over with it. Get rid of this parasite, this evil entity killing my life. All I want is to live again.©phoenixrisen
They say as kids get older they stop loving their parents, stop caring about them. I just wish to add it happens the other way round too, if the kid is not very successful in worldly manner usually parents stop caring and loving them too. I guess every bond has an age after which it fades to nothing. Better move out before that happens.
Credit: Justice league
The true darkness is not the absence of light, it is the conviction that the light will never return.P.S.: light always return
Conversations are a blessing. I hope I have many more to come.
I like talking, I think I like hearing my own voice. When you converse you let your mind express it self. I think it is a kind of self love.Which leads me to another conclusion. What if I like someone else's voice more then mine. That I guess is when you find your soulmate.©phoenixrisen
The truth prevails at what cost
The story of truth
There are people who see the truth, then there are those who speak the truth. Not all truth seer are truth speaker, and there is a good reason for that. People don't like truth, they like their own version of reality. So the person who speaks the real version is hated by many, and most of the time truth does more damage than good.So if you see through other people's shit, try to avoid speaking it, keep that mouth shut.
Her: Do you know who is the one people hates the most. Him: No.Her: The one who speaks the truth. Without any filters.©phoenixrisen
I never understood why people take drugs, pills, alcohol or any other intoxicant. Today I realised all of us have a hole inside us. It was not there always. Instead their were memories and secrets, things we hide from the world. Our own little secret World. Then someone starts digging, to find some dirt usually. One after another the perls of memories and horrors of past were scratched out. Even the forgotten once, even the forbidden once.The people who dig them are your very own. The once you trusted with your lives. Just so they can control you. In the process of controlling and manipulating you they create this wound, this hollow abiss, this hole that sucks the life out of you. You stop trusting, you stop loving, even your own self. The pain build up and there are no cure. No therapy, no medication can save you. It hurts like hell. It hurts probably worse than death.In those intoxicants we search our salvation. A moment of freedom from pain, guilt and distrust. Reality, the ugly truths of those we trusted with our lives, the cruelty, the hedonistic people ruling our lives like we are some puppets. The control and the manipulation, the honour and the shame.Today I realised those junkies are not the disease, they are just unjustly mistreated kids, collateral damage, side effects of an ugly society.©phoenixrisen