We could die, anytime

At any given moment, we could die.

There could be an accident, a crash, the whole word could explode.

The worst part would not be dying

it would be

dying with the regret and saying

“I wish I did that…”

Live your life to the fullest!

Skeleton in the Closet

Let me tell you a secret.

It doesn’t matter how bad you think you are at something. There’s always going to be someone who loves what you create. In the same breath, it doesn’t matter how good you think you at something.

There’s always going to be someone who hates what you create. You don’t need to be everyone’s cup of tea. Everytime you pick up that pen or that brush or whatever it is, you’re improving. There’s no way for you to get worse.

So there’s no absolute point in quitting.

If you’re in it to please everyone.

You might be doing something wrong.



Have you ever experienced being bullied? Yes? It sucks right. No? Well, let me tell you then how it feels like. Ready? Brace yourself as you go into that kind of world.

Let’s start then.

It’s hard waking up feeling worthless and waste of space, wanting to go back to bed again and sleep forever because you know you need to because the world doesn’t like you. The terror of the thought of going to school knowing they will just laugh and tell something you would not like to hear, you want to say something but you’re afraid to make it worse. You’ll eat alone at lunch, you know there were people who pity you and want to sit beside you but they can’t, they can’t because they’re afraid to be a victim too.

Life is hard from the perspective of a bullied person. You won’t be able to fall asleep because you’re thinking too much and trying to piece together what must be wrong with you. You’re just there laying on your back, staring at the ceiling, hearing the monotonous sound of the clock. You always keep on thinking how will you force yourself to go to school the next day? How will you face everyone? And how will you going to deal with the pain — the kind of pain that’s empty, the kind of making you feel like you’re the most fragile glass in the world, the kind of pain that hurts you physically, emotionally, and mentally; taking away your life from you.┬áLeaving a million furious suns burning your ┬áchest.

It’s hard to hear “I hate to see you. You ruined my day.” whether they’re joking or not. You will wonder how could these bullies utter such the sharpest thing that will kill you — WORDS. It will forever haunt you , it will forever be dipped in your flesh and bones, embedding scars. It is a cage that you won’t be able to go out to.

but there’s this one thing,

if you will not let yourself be eaten by the monster, seek the light. you always seek the light, you are miserably searching for the light and then you will see it but it seems to be too far away, too impossible to reach. And your adventure starts, you will walk, run, climb, and crawl. You will still encounter these bullies and they will again stab you with sharp words, you will bleed, you will become weak and you will doubt yourself but you will learn how to ignore them for your focus is to be near that light. And until you reached that light, all the trials, all the stabs, all the wounds and everything will be just a scar that when you will look at it, you will remember where have you been (in hell); it will remind you how the cruel world made you a STRONGER PERSON.