May 7th, 2013

To every misfit.. with love

I guess this had been a long time coming. I mean, even though I have been writing more these past 6 months than I have in a long time, I haven’t really done this. Share my thoughts on a public forum. Partly because I developed the notion that doing so was a foolish idea. Why do we want to talk about our feelings and write them down in beautiful words so we can share them with everyone. Like going to the supermarket naked. It makes you vulnerable. It should make you vulnerable. And why would any decent, self-respecting individual do that to himself? I’d wondered about this for quite some time; and then something happened.

Well, life! Life happened. Or shit happened. Whichever sounds better to you. Life is shitty, people are shitty, what’s shittier is the stuff most people talk about. If you’re an average person, like me, you’d be subjected to incessant rants about mundane, ruthlessly pointless issues most of the time. Mostly there will be nothing that you could do about it. Soon, you’re so neck deep in everyday life that you become oblivious to this chatter. But what was my point? Ah, yes. Life! See, life is shitty, no doubt. But what makes us love it behind a facade of righteous loathing is the wonderful amazement of its workings. Most shitty situations end in teaching you an important, often but not always life-altering, lesson. But you already know that, don’t you?

What happened with me was that sometimes on days of undying chatter, I’d be gifted with an opportunity to come across a wonderful thing. A wonderfully amazing person maybe, sometimes a wise-cracking kid on the streets, a touching sight that you can only witness on a detour, funny graffiti.. There’s millions of amazing sights out there in the world. And that’s my point. Life only seems shitty. But beyond that, beyond what we have defined for our conveniences, lies beauty. We all love appreciating things of beauty don’t we? We look beyond the mundane, the “right and normal”, we bring life to the arts.

We are the misfits after all. And that’s when I stopped wondering and realized that art, no matter how much pain it causes, or how vulnerable it leaves us, must always be nurtured. Because the point of making art, making yourself immortal through your talents is not fame, or sanity or redemption. The point of art is to inspire. A second’s look at a splendid graffiti could turn my shitty day around. So take on the vulnerability when it strikes, because your art soothes someone else. Some magnificent soul in some part of the world. You shall have touched him, reached out to him in a manner you cannot fathom. In that, lies your redemption.

So this is to us misfits. Please, nurture your art. It is your child, your first-born. You must forget about everything else when you’re with it, on it, in it. You would lose some friends, yes. But you owe it to the Universe. It was here first.

Let your gift consume you.

That is all.

April 12th, 2011

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March 15th, 2011

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March 1st, 2011

stand sentinel!

The countdown has begun; JUITMUN ’11 is just a few paces ahead. The monsters here are in full action. And as some of you pack your bags to spend a lovely weekend in the lapse of nature itself, remember to equip yourselves with your suit of armor, ‘cause it might just come in handy. Non-witty, non-chic you’re on our radar already. We’re fun, we’re spice, everything except nice. All in all, we respect the game, and the players. Play fair and play diligently. . A word of advice, keep an eye open, at all times, because if you thought its child’s play, think again, only the colossus shall vanquish. Looking forward to a stirring session. Let’s hope you all keep us well occupied. 

February 13th, 2011
Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
Ernest Hemingway (via contrive)

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January 15th, 2011
I choose me. I choose to wake up day after day and try. I choose to fall asleep night after night and dream. I choose today, tomorrow, and all the days I’m given. I choose life. I choose now; my present and later; my future. I choose to fly, and when I cannot fly I shall walk. When my feet are too tired I will crawl. I choose to never give up no matter how hard things get. I choose to love. To give. To live. I choose to dream. To discover. To pick myself up over and over. To learn from my mistakes. To accept the flaws I have. I choose to be positive. I choose to smile. To laugh. To breathe. To leave behind my past. To cleanse my soul of negativity. To forgive. To live the life I’ve imagined. I choose to let go of my hate. I choose to hold on time and time again. I choose this life, this present, this me. I choose me everyday in every way. I choose me
January 14th, 2011

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Asketh - tumblrbot

hmmm..tough to think of one when i’m about to go out like a light any second. right now, it’s my pillow.

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
Bob Dyland (via quote-book)
It may seem hard to extend our gratefulness and appreciation to the time in which we live and the challenges it presents-to financial crisis, global climate change, terrorism, wars, energy depletion, and any other disasters looming on the horizon. It would be much easier to appreciate an era of good feeling, peace and calm stability! But difficult times are also times of growth, of new insights and opportunities, of creativity, and of emergence.
One of the hardest lessons we have to learn in this life and one that many people never learn, is to see the divine, the celestial, the pure, in the common, the near at hand - to see that heaven lies about us here in this world.
January 13th, 2011
thediarists:

because by just being there, you make me the happiest human being in the world.
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The 30 ways how you make me love you more.

thediarists:

because by just being there, you make me the happiest human being in the world.

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The 30 ways how you make me love you more.

(Source: bookmania)

thediarists:

because you look at me like there’s no one else you’d rather look at.
—-
The 30 ways how you make me love you more.

thediarists:

because you look at me like there’s no one else you’d rather look at.

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The 30 ways how you make me love you more.

(Source: bookmania)

thediarists:

The 30 ways how you make me love you more.
I. The way you hold my hand makes me feel that magic no one in this world could ever define.

thediarists:

The 30 ways how you make me love you more.

I. The way you hold my hand makes me feel that magic no one in this world could ever define.

(Source: bookmania)