Thursday, August 03, 2017
Hope and Faith
Never lose hope in a better tomorrow. This may very well the ultimate definition of grit.
Faith, on the other hand, has been very hard to digest. Coming from a country with strong religious tendency among the citizens - and with various flavors some more - I have always been reluctant to ultimately accept that there is only one way to heavenly perfection.
I still hesitant, but I've come to accept that I'm now part of a religious organization, and part of that culture, and may as well be considered as a soldier of faith of that particular religion.
The story of Maccabee revolt has been coming to mind lately, especially about the woman and her 6 children. Will I be willing to do that in the same circumstances? In this kind of modern times? Why do we keep the faith? Does it have any use anymore?
a0z0ra @ 8:25 PM  |
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Someday I will go home to you, my Lord
This thought alone has sustained me
Almost everything is temporary
This feeling is temporary
This confusion is temporary
This confidence is temporary
Carpe Diem, Yolo, Seize the day
Et tu, especially you, are temporary
a0z0ra @ 10:17 PM  |
Friday, June 23, 2017
Goodbyes, always goodbyes
And one has to get used to them in this life, way too many times
And so have I say goodbye?
Dare I say goodbye?
But time, time heals, though cruelly
Should we trust time and thus, kill what needlessly awakens in the first place?
a0z0ra @ 8:50 PM  |
Monday, May 29, 2017
Thus the father's requiem obsession has passed to his daughter
Lacrimosa dies illa,
qua resurget ex favilla
judicandus homo reus:
Huic ergo parce Deus.
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem.
a0z0ra @ 8:03 PM  |
To absolutely nothing
a0z0ra @ 8:39 AM  |
Saturday, May 06, 2017
Heed! Beloved! This is Love:
To understand without being understood
To listen without being listened
To attend without being attended
To give without receiving in return
Like the stream that moves downward, the love knows where she wants to go, let her flow!
What are we? Mere creatures, slaves of desires, clothed in weakness and insecurities. But Love! Love is strong, she exists by her own will, she has a purpose. Mere vessels, aren't we? Let her greet her beloved, then let her fly.
a0z0ra @ 7:06 AM  |
Monday, April 17, 2017
Like moth to a flame
Like moth to a flame, the lover is drawn to the beloved.
The love, a sacrifice to the altar of the cruelest Lord, never to be returned, never to be known.
But warrior has to fight, singer has to sing, and lover has to love.
a0z0ra @ 12:07 AM  |
Monday, April 10, 2017
You've gotten better at this!
My guardian angel pat me in the back, for suffering a pretty big sad episode with flying colors.
It is time, isn't it? Nothing last forever, but the memory of that particular time and space, forever engraved, etched so deep and I will drag it to my eternal sleep.
How I now wish to believe in reincarnation, so we can rewind, fixed the bug! Recompile!
a0z0ra @ 10:45 PM  |
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Rolling with it
It's pretty funny, I thought once I get to a certain age, I will lose all anxieties and insecurities. I did, for a while, and somehow lately I recognize that the demon is back with full force.
The difference this time around is I'm accepting my demon so much and just go forward with it. He is an old adversary, I know him very well, he will be gone soon.
a0z0ra @ 1:39 PM  |
The universe always is a cruel bastard and you have to make do, not to take it too seriously and be creative. Bonus if somehow we can joke around while being pestered.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
We the Chinese, grit is inside our cursed, collective souls as red is the color of blood.
Survive, work hard, keep pushing. Rest is for the weak.
a0z0ra @ 11:16 PM  |
Thursday, February 09, 2017
Rat on a ring
Wheels on the bus
Cat in a hat
Rat on a ring
Heart on a sleeve
Beats on a drum
Raindrops on the ground
Sun in the sky
Messages from the queue
Data on the cloud
System on the mind
System on the heart
System on the soul
Engineering all around
Rat on a ring
a0z0ra @ 10:15 PM  |