Is there such a thing?
I’ve always been taught by life and it’s experiences that nothing is ever black or white. Our moral compass if often dunked in shades of grey and we’re left stranded with no sense of direction. I did not think there was a rule book. But lately, it feels like there are indeed some strong indicators that guide us unintentionally.
Whenever I am faced with a difficult choice, there are often two options. One that feels like it might suck immensely, and an easier one. I hate confrontation, or any sorts of negativity so I’ve always ended up picking the easier thing to do. Like not leaving my hometown for college, not ending a bad friendship, just not taking risks.
Maybe the right way doesn’t feel so right? Maybe its when you’ve got that pit in your stomach you’re doing what you’re supposed to. I have reached this point in my life where I feel like nothing can go wrong. Every high or low is just the path I was meant to take to my rightful destination. The only way I’m going to end up where I am supposed to is by doing things the right way no matter the consequences and irrespective of how hard they are.
Seeing as I’ve only got this one life, I might as well get it right.
– The Obsessive Writer
A little boy eyed the bakery for hours.
He waited for his opportunity all day as the Baker diligently sold his cakes and scones.
His stomach rumbled in agony, almost giving away his cover. It seemed, he was low on luck that day.
Suddenly, an elderly man stumbled and dropped his walking stick. As the Baker went to help him, the kid grabbed a pack of bread and ran.
He walked to a quiet corner to enjoy his loot.
“Hey little guy! I’m here”, he said to a scrawny little pup.
“I told you I’d not let you down, didn’t I?”
He emptied the contents of the bag on the floor for the dog to eat and went on his way to work at the medicine factory.
Things are not always what they seem.
I am pushed and pulled
Left to suffocate in silence,
A voiceless fool.
I am taut and teased
Stripped of my pride,
A spineless tool.
Made to feel so silly,
By a heartless bully.
You bring me down like gravity.
If the poop emoji can smile, 💩 What are you frowning about?
Whatever it is, that makes you feel miserable, there are problems that are bigger and there are others like you. We’re all fighting our own battles one way or another. Which is why I think it’s important to acknowledge the lives of others and appreciate your own.
There is a good side to everything. Focusing on that can help make you a better person even in the worst of times. That’s how you turn things around. By making it all a learning experience.
I just stumbled upon a a YouTube Channel of this kid with progeria. It’s a medical condition that abnormally accelerates the ageing process in children. She was there, despite all odds simply to be an inspiration to others. She found her life’s purpose through the same thing that made it hard for her. And that’s when it hit me, nothings ever too bad. There is ALWAYS a bright side. You’ve just got to look hard enough, right?
– The Obsessive Writer
Heroes speak of battle scars,
Knives and bullets that seared their skin,
The blood they spilled,
And the lives they lost.
Little do they know about
The wounds that words can cause.
They don’t know of all the haters
The cowards behind masks,
And the sordid whispers they wield.
Lately, the battlegrounds have shifted
And wars are camouflaged in civilisation.
I write away my sorrow
It is the only way I know.
Spilling ink thicker than blood.
Leaving behind words in place of scars.
They said, Be the change and the world will follow.
I pretend to be reborn.
I tell myself that I am the change.
And the world did follow,
On Instagram to mock at my expense.
Some people see a few familiar faces and call it home.
What if I need to look at hearts and not faces?
When I look through those chunks of rock
Will I still be able to tell them apart?
This mind of mine colourfully black and white,
Scatters them into piles of two
They all judge me for my depth
Some look at my pockets and some my poetry.