Friday, September 03, 2004

Choices
choices are like a path of intersections and choices are like doors, which you may open and be connected to yet another realm of decisions. however, choices can also be represented by the flow of time, the switch of currents or the state of wind.

"i have always been afraid to make decisions. i have always been afraid to choose the kind of life that i will have to live on with. i have always been afraid to make myself connected yet again to a path of judgement. fear, it has all along been my only choice, and by making this choice once and again, i have fulfilled something of great importance to me..."
Luo at 11:00 PM |

Monday, August 16, 2004

Lone
tainted by the unforgiving darkness and corrupted by the sounds of evil, i have tored my soul apart of pure silence and granted the mind to drift further into a path of no return, but which in return, i've gotten the body of a great liar.

the light from the sky no longer provides the visions that i seek and the clasp of my hands can no longer combine the fragments of my broken soul. i am a fallen man. i am no longer a man who desires to seek a future, for he, that i have gone back into the past; into a place where i can accompany my self once again...
Luo at 11:30 PM |

Monday, August 02, 2004

The Plot of Satisfaction
"in every story that i've heard about when i was a kid, there is always an evil villian and a hero who will save the day. as i've grown up day by day, trying so hard to find the evil people to fight against in the world that i perceive; i had found many, but the self in me can no longer be a hero..."

"the part of me that perceived the world as of what it is; the part of me that granted a stand for all evil minions; that part of me is the mastermind of this plot, and that i, i am just a man who had fought himself."
Luo at 1:00 AM |

Monday, June 14, 2004

Footprints behind, I thought they're mine...
dreams are like shadows casted from that of our existence, and burning brightly behind us, is that of a raveling nature, penetrating into our very vision of yet another existence. i have seen the walls of shadows and i have once and again turned my back to put out the enraging flame, and thus gone are the ugly black figures, and so it is of my very own existence...

"along the journey, i have forgotten who i am, or maybe i had erased that nature of me long ago. should i open the door to the key i held, should i trace back my footprints to the nature i left behind, or maybe, i should just continue walking forward, on a path so dark..."

the past can be a perilous journey, where it is filled with ashes and fragments of broken mirrors, there is never a map that can guide you, neither will there be a light to lead you back home. you seek the perfect mirror and the memories of a burning passion, or that of a wilting belief. however, the creations that you remembered are as delicate as a bubble, and the self and the people you left behind are no longer there in a whole; as you try to rearrange the pieces of mirrors, they can pierce open your scars and leave you in a reflection of an incomplete self.

"and there i stood silently, awaiting for the moment for the sun to rise."
Luo at 1:00 AM |

Thursday, April 22, 2004

The Road that cuts the Mountain
there was once a very huge mountain on a planet. it blocked all sunlight and prevented brightness. there was only darkness, and brightness itself was a mystery to all thinking beings. just like heat and cold, one can never understand darkness if brightness never existed. and despite the many arguments and the different perspectives that they had for defining darkness, they were capable of living just about as well as we do.

but one day, a man from earth entered the planet. he told the beings there that they are all living in darkness and that by splitting the mountain apart, their mystries would be solved and their lives would be improved. but of course, many of them felt curious and decided to ask questions regarding the credibility of his words, how their lives would be improved, etc.

after a period of time, a group of believers were formed and they decided to work on the mountain. however, many perspective leaders rejected the idea: some felt threatened that the man will soon influence more others; some felt uncertain of the results and some had their belief that the mountain is holy and is protecting them from all source of harm; while there are also others, who felt foolish about all those arguments, and decided to live life just the way that they used to.

the dispute became more serious when the man introduced these two words to his believers: "Right" and "Good". he asked of them to define these two and that by truly understanding the meanings, brightness would be known. and so, "Wrong" and "Evil" was born... they were able to gather that brightness will be something that is both right and good, and other than that, it can only be wrong or evil...

not only was there a clash among the different beliefs, but the lives of all beings were then being categorised into good and evil. and what they were fighting for, was no longer for the fact of saving their people or to obtain the better living; what they were fighting for, was for the rightness that engulfed their heart and against that evil that will lead them the "wrong way".

bloodshed filled the mountain will unbearable sorrows, and yes, the mountain is now apart, and so it is in the heart of their people, in the empty planet i called "Truth".
Luo at 1:07 AM |

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Good and Evil
"as i walked past the lampost, i saw two things..."

"i saw a shadow and the reflected light from the ground..."
Luo at 12:43 AM |

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

The Bliss of a Tormented Soul
i have always heard about how torturing (mentally) it is like to be lonely, unwanted or uncared of. it is also a fact in human psychological history that many sicknesses are self-inflicted. many of such "behaviour" tends to be a form of "escape" from the harsh "environment" that one felt to be unbearable. yes, although this act of self-infliction may seem to be a foolish one, but in the mindset of the "actor" himself, this may be regarded as an intelligent or the only way of expressing "no" to the environment or to the ones around him.

many of us do think so that we are all deeply infected by an incurable disease, which is the mask that we all put on in front of others, in front of different people. but is this really so? or is this thinking itself a disease that we set upon ourselves, so as to make an excuse, that even though how badly infected we are, showing different faces in front of others is unavoidable? or is it for other reasons, that maybe even i would not want to know...?

most of the times in our lives, we set values, goals and we spent time achieving them. we wanted to be happy and we try to achieve what that we desire. many 'little' things that we see as 'obstructions' that hinder our paths to 'success', we give reasons to ignore them and we continue paving the path ahead further, leaving behind all those rocks and stones, which soon again obstructing all followers of 'life', who will repeat the whole process over... again.

maybe all this symbolises nothing more than just wanting to be happy, maybe we are doing all these as a basic routine without us knowing it, or maybe... all these are done as an exchange for that simple bliss that we long hoped for. that maybe we, have all been sacrificed.
Luo at 12:00 AM |