Clay jar...

"You don't die of a broken heart, you only wish you did.”
-Marilyn Peterson

The loud cracking sound echoes through the empty shell of a room once called a heart. Thousands of shards fly in every direction, some close enough...some small and far away...some never to be seen again... A few would indiscriminately pierce your skin and remind you of the vase that was, of the masterpiece that fell.

Now it is up to each and every one of us to decide how to act and what to see. A broken vase is not a vase, at least not the same. It can't hold water any longer. Regardless of the time spent collecting each broken piece to try and put it all together, if looked at closely, you'll see the cracks and missing pieces.
Fools play and juggle with fragile pieces, and the same fools desperately try to fix them once their idiocy has dropped the vase that now lies cracked. Let them pick up the shards if they want. Let their hands be wounded in their fruitless pursuit, for only a greater fool can think he can teach a fool.

Lesson learned: A broken clay jar, is not the same jar it was before, and it can never be. It cannot hold the water it once did, but it can certainly be displayed in that museum of our mind for us to remember precious things should not be handled by clumsy fools.

Heart's pounding...

‘It is important to forget the past, but it is even more important not to forget it.’
'Hardship is the greatest of anvils'

-the Puppet Master

The past is passed, we hear say. We need to leave things behind, it’s agreeable. We need to let go…now this, however, to some extent. The past, more than our present, has taken a most (if not THE most) important role in defining our role in that movie called ‘Our Lives’.
Sometimes we’d rather forget all the pain we have gone through, those times when our heart has been beaten to a pulp, beaten against a rock until no more blood and tears are left. Forgetting the pain does not protect us, it makes us oblivious to a potential upcoming catastrophe. That grinding of each wall of our hearts may leave cracks, but is it up to us to take that heart in our hand and place it on the flaming forge of our existence. We need to lift a hammer of reality, of recognition of the truth, and use it to pound that heart time and time again. Do it oneself can be more painful, but we don’t learn from the result, we learn best through the process.
We can seal the cracks, we can see where the strength is needed, but only if we are willing to stop covering our eyes to hide from our truth. It may take some time, it may surprise us that some tears are still left. Only after this entire process we will be able to cool it down to reveal an armored heart ready to face the same problem with a different approach.
Lesson learned: Behind each burning wound lies fertile ground for growth, it is up to take advantage of it.

Waking up...

Eye windows open once again
The cold world is gone
Hibernation ends
It is time for the ice
To melt under the warmth
Of the heart's hearth

The pelt is shaken
The stregth returns
The joints move once more
As I pace around
A melting prison
The mouth is open

The fangs are bare
Claws pierce the ground
With fire, with fury
Atop the highest rock
For it is time to speak
It is time to howl
heed me, my pack
The Wolf has returned

Million air...

There is no wealth but life.
John Ruskin


What a bad feeling when we ask for a raise at work and it is denied. We strongly believe we 'deserve it'(even if we know we really don't). All that we thought about doing with more money now fades away. Riches are here one day, and we dream while sleeping in a bed of gold and materialism.

Slowly, frustration crawls in. Like a worm under the skin of a corpse, it consumes us, eating our soul from inside...

Those people left homeless by a natural disaster are sometimes luckier than us. They learn that when all is gone there's only two things that matter, love and life.

Yes it is great to have material possessions. It is wonderful to sit in your perfect car, eat the perfect food, and dress the perfect clothes of your biased, imperfect world. What I mean is, if that is what makes you live a happy life, then you lead a sad life.



Lesson learned: Life is only worth living if we learn how to live it.

Invisible shackles...

"First we make our habits, then our habits make us."
-Charles C Noble

'Good morning facebook'
'Eating'
'Hanging out with my friends'
'On my way to the supermarket'
'Ugh, what a headache'
'Good night facebook!'

Are you a slave?

Are you a facebook slave?

I have asked this several times to people and they have somehow felt offended. Its just a matter of analyzing oneself and producing a simple answer: 'Yes' or 'No'.
Most of us will say 'Of course not', but if we think clearly the answer will most likely be 'Of course I am'.

Please don't take me wrong, I have nothing against facebook. In fact it is great we can connect with people. Facebook is not the problem, the problem is us giving it a priority in our lives.
How many times a day do you log in to check facebook?
How many times a week do you update your status?
How many times do you post comments on people's every picture or comment?
How much time do you truly spend in a day on facebook?
How many times have you been logging in to facebook during a dinner? Or even worse, on a one-on-one dinner with someone, and not because you received a notice, but because unconsciously
it deserves more respect than the person facing you.

Can you stay a week without logging in to facebook? How about 24 hours? If you're able, how many times does facebook come to your mind? How crazy do you get when you log back in to try and 'catch up' with people's 'lives'.
We have a 'friends' list, which in the end many times is just a list of people we added because they look good. Are they truly our friends? Most likely not. Do they even care about all those 'Waking up', 'On my way to work' status updates? Again, most likely not.
But we delude ourselves, secretly believing we are popular and everyone wants to follow what we do every minute.

Maybe you disagree with me, or you may think it doesn't play such a big part in your life, for you have other priorities.

As a test, pick a friend on your facebook list and block them(or just become invisible to them). What happens next? They get offended...why? How would you feel if you were the one blocked from facebook? Probably offended too...why?

Because you haven't added facebook to your life, you have added your life
to facebook.

Some people have felt a little offended by the posting. Once again I say, facebook is not the problem. I have nothing against it. In fact, the word facebook can be substituted by video games, clothing, money, work, anything that takes the priority in your life. Someone even commented: 'ironic, you posted this on facebook'. It's not ironic. Then again, I decided facebook is a tool in my life, not a shackle.

If you're happy living as a slave by all means, please, stay a slave.

Lesson learned: If you give the leading role of your life to something other than yourself, don't feel bad people take less interest in the movie of your life.

Power drain...

“You are only as powerful as the combined forces of everything opposing you.”
– The Puppet Master

Are you powerless?

Do you feel powerless?

How many times have you felt like that, not weak, not tired, but frankly just powerless?
Hope diminishes, faith dwindles, smiles fade because we are overcome by the vastness of the infinite strength of the impossible.

For the first time in a long time, I feel this way… powerless.
And powerlessness is not always a bad feeling. How so?
Well, power is defined as the capability to produce an effect. It also denotes the possession of control, authority or influence over others. Power can also mean a measure of physical or mental strength. How do we measure the amount of strength?
By opposing it.

Therefore, how powerful we are could potentially be measured by the opponents or opposing forces standing in front of us.

Why do we have to constantly face struggle to show ourselves how powerful we are amidst our own unhappiness?
To be/feel powerless can be a great feeling when there is no need to exert force.

Take a moment to sit down and think of every perceived obstacle that makes you feel “powerful” through opposition.
One by one, dismantle these obstacles either by overcoming them, or by realizing they are obstacles/enemies only because we see choose to see them as such.
You will live a better life this way.

Lesson learned: Draining oneself of all power can sometimes fill us with peace.

I Remember...

I remember your smile when we first lay eyes on each other...
I remember the sweet words you whispered to my ear whenever we were close to each other...
I remember the warmth of your embrace while we cuddled in bed at night...
I remember your hand through my hair during our sad moments...
I remember how you took care of me when I was weak...
I remember your laughter the many times I made a fool of myself...
I remember watching you for hours while you were sleeping...
and I also remember waking you up with my playfulness so many times...
I remember you making sure I had the food I liked...
I remember always being by your side when you needed me...
I remember loving you and being loyal to a fault...
I remember how you said you loved me, and that nothing would keep us apart...



...if you remember it as much as I do, then why am i here?
(Thoughts of a dog in a shelter)

Condemn nation...

"These figures emphasize how soft people's commitment to God is. Americans are willing to expend some energy in religious activities such as attending church and reading the Bible, and they are willing to throw some money in the offering basket, but when it comes time to truly establishing their priorities and making tangible commitment to knowing and loving God, most people stop short."
-George Barna

Equality is defined as the belief that all people should be treated the same.
Together with Freedom, Equality has been, since the beginning, one of the fundamental beliefs of democracy.

Why can't we let equality define our 'land of the free'?

To pay taxes, we are the same...
To be sued and judged, we are the same...
To have rights, however, ah...that's a different story.


Sadly, one of the biggest obstacles in the history of equality(in every sense of the word) has been Christianity. The light that shines on us can also blind us.
Why can't religious zealots allow same-sex couples marry if they choose to? How does it affect them? Guess it's hard to see others happy when you're having an unhappy life...

Religious fanatics are people who want to feel they have ultimate control of 'something'. They look for followers and thrive the most amongst a crowd of ignorant beings. That is how they feel valued. It's how their mindset(which they are quick to attribute to 'God') can be appreciated.

Funny thing, that the God of Hate they preach is the God of Love in their sacred books. The Judging Tyrant of a God they believe in is The Forgiving Martyr that their Holy Bible describes.
While religious zealots turn their backs on gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgender people the Lord they follow opened his arms to all, even dining with thieves, prostitutes and all 'scum'. He even told his followers: he who is free of all sin, cast the first stone; and Jesus himself didn't cast a stone because he chose to love.

Christ tells his followers to be like Him, to imitate his behavior. Christians, however, choose to ignore their master. Their Bible expressly condemns such behavior...but surely they don't see this, because it's as inconvenient to see as their own hatred and their playing judges of the World(when their own God forbids it).
In their fanaticism they forget about their own God's way, as they pave their own convenient interpretation of His way.

One day, any Christian can say their Bible reads, there will be surprises in Heaven. maybe we'll all be surprised these Christians aren't there.

Lesson learned: Christianity is not the problem. The problem is Christians. Such similar words, yet so different from one another.

School zone...

'You live you learn...'
-Alanis Morissette

Take a single moment to think: If your life's learning process could be compared to the growth of a tree, what type of tree would you compare it to?

Will it be a palm tree resisting the worst of hurricanes?
A strong oak?
A small bonsai tree shying away from others?
Or even a mighty redwood?



If you chose a tree you limited the amount of learning you can acquire, even with the largest one of them all. There's a learning experience for each one of us in every small event we live through.
Sometimes we're just too busy to see them, or we may choose to become stagnant.
But even animals avoid stagnant water...

We, and only we, limit ourselves.

Just think of at least one or two things you've learned today.

You may have learned a new skill...
May have learned something after reading this blog...
Or maybe you have learned to ignore it...
All in all you have learned, and that's what matters.

Lesson learned: Only death will ever satiate my hunger for learning.

Wicked ways...

Because I knew you, I have been changed...
-Wicked

The last five days I have lived through what I deem perhaps some of the most stressful moments in my entire life.
I have walked deserts of anger, rivers of tears, cliffs of hurt, plains of forgiveness, valleys of love, torrentials of worry and ultimately sailed through oceans of terror. But having survived through a hurricane of feelings in a world of uncertainty I've come to finalyl feel the joy of victory.

As hard as it was to chain the werewolf I had become and hold back from letting that fierce beast loose to ravage my life I was able to. Despite the scars that will now mark my soul I am happy, for I did it, I was able to.

Today I have to thank all those who have knowingly(or unknowingly) sought to do me harm in the past, for even if their names and actions are not worthy of credit or mention those have helped me grow.
With all certainty I can say I am a better man today than yesterday. Today I smile a brighter smile.

There's no worth in hurting others or be indifferent because of what someone has done to us in the past. Those feelings shoud die with the past.

And I quote the wise words of Elphaba and Glinda: Because I knew you I have been changed for good.

Lesson learned: We are all bigger than our pasts...if we want to be.