Lifeless Saint, don’t get lost in the illusion, use it!

Lifeless saint, where are you in this world of illusions.

Do you live dependant or independent of it? 

How hard or easy is it for you to adapt, or have you been able to have become of it? 

I miss your innocent presence, comforting love ,laughs and the gift of unwavering faith that I learnt at its peak with you. 

The reality of your life is that it was what humans called a mistake but the essense of your life is one so precious that a word such as a miracle is fitting. Then again, a miracle contained, denied and to be forgotten by everyone but one.

The unforgiving world with expectations so lofty that even the people who set them cannot meet but have perfected the method of putting pressure on those far enough to not come close enough to witness their true realities.

In this life of illusions dear saint, have you found the closest thing to love, to happiness, to living close to real as possible and how are you coping with the illusion of progress?  Is it leading to your actual growth or are you deteriorating under the pressure of social standards? 

Lifeless saint, wherever you are, I hope all is well with your soul. I send my love to you and your current family, if living ,and are abundantly blessed to have crossed paths with you. 

Somewhere out there, I hope you learn quicker than most, that life is an illusion, as real as the dreams you have when you go to sleep, but its an illusion which exists to serve you.

Pay attention! 

Be aware of your own power ,that inner strength,your inner God … lifeless saint, don’t let them tell you otherwise, you show them!

​Strength Learns to Respect Weakness 

Weakness ignited bad reactions to my senses, it seemed so helpless so frail, and pathetic. I guess it made me feel strong as a person that I felt this way about weakness because…Emotions reflect weakness impulses or strength impulses, I respect the mortal being that learns the art of controlling their emotions and yet knows how to balance that with knowing when to let go of those emotions.

Strength betrayed me when I met this girl, I saw her strength and admired it, she had a beautiful smile, bold personality, had so much joy and love to give. Until I saw the darkness she held on to from within. She was so good at being put together that when she put her mask down, her weakness screamed out at her and refused to be ignored. Right there…the one thing we ran away from when we faced with people, facing you aggressively confident.

Strangely enough the more hidden, the more powerful it becomes.

Pain was forced on to her and I couldn’t embrace strength in the face of seeing her pilled up pain forced to sync in with the her happy mask.The cruel expectation to be okay when you’re not just to make other people comfortable , other people including your own parents and friends.

Her strength was portrayed for the world to see, not her, so whats to admire?

They say the one who is brave enough to show raw emotion has true strength. I believe having the courage to be aware of your raw emotions show true courage, way ahead of masking your pain and acting like everything is okay when you’re not.

Strength learns to respect weakness because they can both learn something in each other