The way out is through it;

Letting my mind flee away from my own control is the truest form of liberation I can conceive of on any intellectual or spiritual level, the vast land of opportunities, it can reach anything, especially that which I cannot even envision, surpassing my egoistic desires and most basic imaginative wishes, hence my mediocrity.

Marry your own soul, let go of the mistresses that are the excess nonsensical thoughts and emotions, they pass by like clouds blocking your view of what is eternally there, the stars.

Individualism is a gift but it could also be a burden — the statement in the first paragraph is the only release from this burden I could think of, the advice of “accept yourself” is incomplete and vain, I’m also quite certain that that statement is and could be a scientific psychological fact or a spiritual revelation offered by some guru on some high mountain in Nepal.


We are all able to become king of our own inner kingdom, ruling ourselves and battling our own demons as most of the adages go these days, I just like this metaphor because it gives me a sense of immense motivation, but it also completely gives the value of ourselves and our potential which we should not only recognize but forge individually, far from the value given to us which is overwhelmingly limited,

What’s your worth? — what have they told you? What have you told yourself? —If you see a difference then you have the right mindset, walk with it let it itch inside for as long as it takes, I believe that you cannot be patient in the long run unless you have a vision and pure faith, even if that vision is so blurry or vague. Surrender yourself to it, it will clear up with time and with a little suffering too that itch will become more than just an itch.

The not so full moon…

The moon was not at it’s fullest, it didn’t have to shine completely for me to realise and accept her beauty, her dark side was part of it, and I worshiped her better this way. To me she was less superficial and more real, she was braver during her Waning Gibbous phase, bold enough to tell me that she isn’t always bright, and that was more beautiful than any clear full moon.

Truth is wine;

I am not an expert on wine, neither am I a sommelier but, Truth defines your current life, and the various truths of each aspect of your life’s circle, the ones that define you and your present circumstances are truths from your past that have fermented with the basic element of time which is the main ingredient. For your wine to be perfected, the grapes must be grown and taken care of as well as hand picked accordingly, as for your life, you must handpick your truths, disect them and conceive their potential if you choose to let them ferment for the creation of you futur self and life, but before all you must first go through the realization of your truths, burn yourself  by facing all that is difficult to meet and recognize, the diverse inconsistencies, for a rehabilitation through careful choice of your environment as well as whatever you choose to feed your mind. Seek your own understanding for your self-creation.

To understand as well as facilitate the process, you may build defining ideologies that may keep you persistent throughout this path. It is in a way such as the pillars are the stronghold of a built chalet, realise how the orchestra is conducted by the swift movements and swirls of a dancing hand, something as simple as this can conduct the whole, for them to define what the conductor believes, he is the creator at that moment and with his eyes closed, pure faith in himself guides his passion, it transcends all basic emotional states as well as second-hand thinking processes, the hand moves on its own without him trying to think about it, like how the universe functions without us forcing it or worrying about it, he recieves the harmony and results he put his faith in. You are the conductor of your life, find this flame which is your guiding passion whatever it may be, as long as it is profoundly defining and true to yourself, let this be your guide. Amen;

 

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La Verdad,

I reached a threshold, one of no return, a door that closes behind you when you enter a haunted house like in all the horror movies but unlike these horror movies where the actor is scared to death, I only feel immensely excited and thrilled to move forward facing whatever may lie ahead, for the real horror was what I left behind that closed door, and all that may come is all I ever profoundly wish for, the unknown.  

Creation’s source is the unknown, a vast nothingness and  boom, you came to be, shit happens but there are laws some that are very crucial for defining us as an individual and as a whole but ironically the crucial ones are the most neglected and the boring selfish vain ways of life thrive, and you swim in this superficial river, that acts as an illusion because it has a waterfall and you will fall suddenly to realise how unsafe you were in this tide that takes you to your own cliché ending, I’m talking about your safe comfort zone and mine also, fear put us there and we stay in it. So unless you swim against the tide as hard as you can and hold on to anything to get out of it, you’ll either reach the bottom of that waterfall wishing you could go back on top, or realize just before falling that you need to survive and become a warrior, for this is the threshold I just attained, a few meters away from falling, but I’m not letting myself, regret was never on my agenda, I’ll meet you on the shore and my chosen path is one to fulfill my soul and reach the peak of my own moutain of potential, kindly make up your mind, you’re losing time;

Z.M

Virtus Apprime.

 Wreckless, thriving for risk because the truth is even if you crash you should remember with no feeling of remorse or regret the thrill, and the miraculous misses. But what if you don’t crash, what if you live it through with complete fortune. You’ll want more, and this time you’ll feel more confident as a consequence and therefore you shall achieve even more than before.

I would rather live like lightening whether I crash like thunder or not.

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