A Bag of Thoughts

The Art of Lying Humans are walking-talking machines that continuously shower each other with bullets. These bullets are called lies. Lies are one of the obstacles that hinders man to completely progress and find success along with happiness and peace. Think of these lies as one monster. This monster lures us all into its claws and once it is sure that its victim can’t run away, it slowly devours the purity and truth left in the soul; the core. Lies are easy to say, especially if one has a past in which they- by force or will- told a lot of lies. But one person’s lie creates a domino-chain of a thousands of them. When you come to think of it, there are hardly any people who never speak lies. And furthermore, you may say, lies aren’t always to harm or hurt others but that, those lies actually help the person in front, that the lie is better than the truth. Or the fact that some lies are so tiny or trivial, that they can easily be neglected and forgiven. But...

Around me, Faces glow with pleasure, Eyes shine with excitement, Hands caress to treasure,   Hearts melt, forgiving all indictment. Around me, Just as I see comfort and ease,   And reach out, Time freezes, And everyone forgets what it was all about. Around me, Happiness abounds, Sadness is shoved away, People make amends, But what if I see all this as foul play? Around me, Is it wrong that all I ever felt was bitterness? Tears in form of gifts, Why do I not see the greatness? In throwing all my passions of the cliff? Around me, Why, do you want me to evaporate? When I don’t even know my mistake, All chances for acknowledgment I saw, didn’t wait, Why show concern that’s fake? Around me, Darkness and regrets reside, A monster hovering, Above me, following my stride, Hiding all my suffering. Around me, A dark hole of abandonment, Around me, A small hope stays adamant, But inside me, ...

Fearless?     Being left behind or forgotten. Being judged or misunderstood. Hurting your loved ones. Not being able to tell others your opinion.   Everyone has their own fears. Or. . . do they? There are two common kinds of people in the world when it comes to confronting their fears. Those who accept it and, those who don’t and keep running away from that. The first thing that might come to your mind is that those who deny it are the worse kind but what if really, neither of them is the best one? What if the word ‘fearless’ wasn’t just a synonym of ‘brave’ or ‘strong’, but a word that held a whole different meaning in itself? It is clear that denying your fears won’t help you, in any way, in living life- you can’t hide the truth from yourself, can you? The fact that one hasn’t let his fears out all his life becomes a bigger fear in itself, chasing one all the way until he starts becoming afraid of revealing him fears to ev...