Hate Is Dead

Hate has died an ignoble death. In life, hate chose to do wrong time and again. When faced with a tough choice to either do right and gain salvation or choose an easy route and gain instant pleasure, it chose to betray its better angel everytime. As a wise person once said, "Once does not make a habit, but choosing wrong time and again will turn a man rabid." And a rabid animal has already lost its soul and opted out of salvation.

Hold On, Keep Pushing

The first Great Ape to stand on two legs and walked upright was living in the future at that very moment.

That Great Ape placed itself in a more vulnerable position, sticking out of the terrain instead of laying low on the bushes. It lost a pair of limbs to run on the ground. Everyone around labeled the Great Ape crazy, as they saw its move only made it more difficult for itself to survive. "Why not just do as everyone else does? It would be safer. It would be easier." The Great Ape thought, "Maybe. Maybe not."

For when it stood up, it saw everything, unseen to all, revealed only to itself. It saw the lost pair of limbs gained as hands that could create all possibilities from what is thought to be just impossible. It saw laying low on the bushes replaced by soaring to the sky. And, most of all, it saw clearly that not making this move now doomed its progeny to be less that who they are for eternity.

Here's to the crazy ones. Do it for the future that you see so cleary in the now. Hold on, keep pushing.

Peace

The best sound in the world is the sound of silence. Calming. Soothing. It pacifies a troubled mind and soul.

In the presence of silence and darkness, the only thing that surfaces is what is deep within each of us.

I hear my own mind and feel my own heart, and I am at peace.

Break In Case Of Emergency

When you are in doubt, and you feel the sorrow deep in your soul, remember to look at the sky. And soar through the clouds. Feel the breeze. Glide over the grass. Hear the crash and roars of nature. And listen to the beat of your own heart. Things are well. For you are alive against all odds.

Love Language

Love is only a word. And words can mean different things. The only thing that matters in love, as in language, is genuine connection - a full comprehension of what is being communicated.

In language, as in love, being understood and getting the point across means more than the mastery of every combination of its elements. Language, like love, flows. It dances. It is in free-form. 

The mistake in love, as in language, is to think that form comes before substance. But, as a wise person once said, "What is small can be contained in what is big. But what is big can never be contained in what is small." Remember that what truly matters encompasses everything. 

The language of love always breathes life. It is the substance that gives rise to the form. Therefore, it is only in love that you may speak with perfect fluency and speak words that are then made flesh.

Truth And Lies

All lies are equal. They never matter. Meaningless and weightless.

Only truth matters. Nothing true can be borne out of a lie. Lies are distorted truths. 

There is only one truth. It is always simple. It is always good. 

In the end, all distortions are smoothed out. Everything returns to its one true state. Simple. Good. True. 

What It All Means

When you've seen with your own eyes the glory of the promised tomorrow, then the path to be taken is cleared. The motion is set. Everything is at once determined and free.

Freedom means breaking through. Freedom means feeling true. Freedom is being I in all things and situations.

I never believed in any promise, nor in any force greater than what my mind could conjure. But then the visions came. And with it, the commandment from up high. The eternal had mixed in with the present. And spirit and flesh became one. I knew what to believe in.

I have seen fear and it looked ugly. I have seen faces convulsed and the light drained out of its soul. Only the darting, cold, flickers of death unhides themselves from the back of their eye sockets. They fear irrelevance. They fear not being enough. They fear what they do not see in themselves but that they do see in others. They fear what they do see in themselves but that nobody else seem to care to look at. Those who fear their own reflection shall never be free.

Freedom means letting others be free. Freedom means letting yourself be free. Freedom means freedom from the tyranny of the cliques and groupthinks. Freedom means thinking free. Speaking free. Living free. Feeling free. Freedom means I can look at my own reflection and hear my own thoughts and never want an audience for both.

Free your mind before you look at others. Face your own reality. Deal with your own fears.

Now it seems like things have ended again. But to those who know better know that things have only begun. Once again, judgment is at hand. Freedom means freedom from death itself. But to those who are fearful to cast away the shackles of their heart, the judgment upon them will be swift and righteous, and the judge once more will settle his grudge.