Beyond the Storm


I smell lingering freshwater from the rain that once drenched my head. I can hear the distant thunder rumbling as the wind gently pushes the storm to a new destination. It is headed to some other unfortunate soul, and I can only be glad that it no longer tortures me. The only unsettling thing is that I still see no sign of the clouds letting up, and they are as dark as ever now and even darker in the distance- a sign that my destiny remains unknown, and I still may have to face great perils and dangers on my quest to find my purpose.

The wind is blowing leaves all about, shaking trees and vines- howling tauntingly at me. To try to resist nature would certainly be the end of me. So I go on, trying to ride the rampant flow of time. What else can I do? I have tried to fight for greater things, yet I only ended up worse in the long run. It is almost like I’m not in control of my own life, like there is some higher being dwelling over me and making sure that nothing goes the right way.

All I can do is go along with this infernal plan that has been made out for me, and look for a sign of truth that things will get better. Everything is shifting shapes and turning out to be something different that what I originally thought it to be. I don’t know what to believe in anymore. The only other option would be to give up, and I’ve already tried that before- to no avail.

It’s hard to be strong in this world – this rotting wasteland that is corrupting more and more every day – where there are fewer heroes and numerous thieves and murderers. Hope fades as a dark aura shifts and grows across the world like an ending sunset- marking the dawn of something truly wicked. Look around you now, the clouds are twirling and red. Ah, the storm is not gone at all. It has just begun.

What I thought was a storm before was just a precursor to the real thing. Hellish and looming, the inferno is destroying all in sight and seems to be expanding outward in every direction. I cannot run away anymore. If this is meant to be the end, then so be it. I will fight until every last breath has left my lungs, until all of my blood has been spilled, even until my body is used to the point beyond repair.

I must survive where I can seek the answers to finding the path of greatness and happiness, where I can finally have a true purpose, and where I can teach others that they can also fight for a worthy cause- to never give up and to always believe. That is a cause well worthy of fighting for, and if I die, I would not have it any other way than doing it fighting for the only thing I have left, the only thing that keeps me alive – hope.

What Happened to Morality?

Morality?

Morality


What has happened to morality? I got an e-mail from a girl that claimed that her father was a high ranking official, who was assassinated in Africa, and he had a large sum of money and she, the daughter, was the next of kin to receive the money. She said that since she was sixteen, the bank wouldn’t let her claim the money, so she said she needed a reliable foreign source to send the money to.

I replied to her first e-mail, because I wanted to believe her. I thought surely no one would go through this much just to try to pull off a scam. She even sent me her father’s death certificate

This was her reply:


“Dear sir,
I just saw your mail now,
thank you so much for your reply may GOD bless you,
please I am giving you this bank information with trust so please keep your promise of being honest with me ,please don’t betrayed me,
so write to the bank now to confirm and to let them know that you are my trustee which they requested from me because of my under age,
dear I promise you, that you will not have any problem in claiming this fund for me because i have all the document of this money here with me I will give it to you when you write to the bank and when the bank approved you of claiming the fund for me, when you write to them , they will now tell us the possibility of transferring the money in your account on my behalf, and you know that I am in the refugee camp and access to Internet is through our church cyber which I can use when we come for morning or evening service, so please I don’t have phone or even money to call you but I will give you now our reverend father’s phone number (Rev name Dickson David) tell (###-###-#####) so please call me any time even if I am not in the church the Rev will send for me and the camp manager will allow me because of the Rev.


My problem now is please keep your promise ,
and let me know when they replied you.

I will be waiting for your reply and call concerning how you went with the bank.

Thanks,

Mariama Jones”


She gave me a fraudulent e-mail of the bank, because I contacted the bank and verified that none of the information that she gave me was true. The phone number, death certificate, and e-mail addresses were all fabricated. This shows that evil exists in many platforms in this world, and some people just don’t care about morality. Death is no joke, and definitely not how you try to scam someone. She said she was an orphan in a refugee camp, just to try to scam me out of money. Where is morality? Who raised these people?

Please teach others to have a pure morality, because the world is corrupting more and more every day. It cannot be stopped completely, but we can’t let ourselves degrade into a cruel and unjust society. We as a society must stay pure and see beyond this haze of evil. Just stay pure, please- for the sake of humanity.

The Last Autumn Leaf


I sit alone, intertwined into music. When I’m here, I am one with the unknown, I am unharmed, and I am free- Free to imagine my desires and free to forget what happens in the real world- the world that I fail to see with none other than a blind eye.

*Silence* The sound-waves have slowly faded, and now I’m left to find other means to repress my suffering. I feel a sort of emptiness- a shallowness that leaves me wondering: “what is this disease that ails me?” When I’m in my imaginary realm I don’t feel so weak or powerless; there is no emptiness, yet there is that unmistakable feeling that lingers throughout the realm, filling my mind and reminding me that it’s not real, and as soon as I open my eyes I will be struck with the ever familiar depressing truths of reality. It seemed as though I had to choose between feeling hollow and useless in the real world, or full of angst in my own, imaginary, world.

I wondered which one was better for the longest time, until I began to think in an entirely different aspect. If I had the ability to look upon myself from the sky and observe my demeaning ways, I would certainly be disappointed at myself. I waste my time wallowing in the uncertainty of my fears- taking every setback and making the situations worse so I can have something to feel bad about and finding some reason to turn on my depressing songs and surge into that unknown realm yet again. There is definitely something wrong with that picture.

I made a very important realization: It’s time for me to wake up. This is no game- this is my life. To get anywhere I’m going to have to end my pessimism and go for my dreams without fear slowing me down. It takes a risk to move forward, but why be afraid? The fears of the unknown must be destroyed with the endless possibilities that I can create.

Why parachute out of an airplane when your mind senses the danger of falling to your death? It just proves that if I am too scared to fall, then I am doomed to remain motionless, to never move forward, and to never reach my full potential. I must stop at nothing to destroy my fear and shoot for the stars.

My eyes are finally beginning to focus. I now can see the beautiful colors of the autumn leaves drifting to the ground below. I see this spectacle as a mark of truth- Truth that things change, people fall, lives wither away, and beyond that a new age is being born with new lives, new dreams, and new hopes. Just do your best to be that last autumn leaf- the one that stands firm, believes, and overcomes all of the obstacles that lay in its path.

There will, of course, be a time when the leaf is old and withered, yet it only adds to the beauty of life. Even though your days are numbered at this point, don’t let that stop you from making a positive mark in time. When you can’t hold on anymore, let go and strike the ground with such a force that the whole world will be in awe of your existence.

Anima Mundi

Sunset and the Shore


Therefore, we may consequently state that: this world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence … a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related.Plato, Timaeus, 29/30; 4th century BCE


The shore is a beautiful precursor to the flowing ocean that basks in the hues of the day’s end- the same ocean on which the day is just beginning in faraway lands. Faint piano notes and jazz riffs waft in the air even though there is no real music around. Nature tells a story of its own; it sings its own songs and encourages you to ponder upon their meaning. How we interpret this is entirely up to us. I choose to symbolize nature with a song- one that flows into your ears, one that compels you, and one that challenges one’s inhibitions.

The Gaia hypothesis is an ecological hypothesis that proposes that living and nonliving parts of the earth are a complex interacting system that can be thought of as a single organism. Named after the Greek earth goddess, this hypothesis postulates that all living things have a regulatory effect on the Earth’s environment that promotes life overall.

Everything you do- anything anyone ever does will affect the world in some way. This is the backing behind my next piece of writing. I plan on eventually making it into a short story or novelette. Although it is a pseudo-science, I believe it is a beautiful concept. I hope I will be able to make a successful and enjoyable piece of writing.