You are you…

Everyone is different in their perspective, in how they handle things, and the more. What one suggests or say others shall do as well; it’s a choice others do not have to take.

Some of us know ourselves.
Some of us are in tune with ourselves.
Some of us believe in our convictions.
Some of us deny our own existence.
Some of us refuse to believe our own decisions are what made us to be.
Some of us are afraid to accept ourselves.
Some of us continue to keep searching.
It’s some of us, yet most of us. It’s what makes us all uniquely different.

Some, not all, will continue to ask:
Who am I?
What is it do I want?
What’s my purpose?
When will I be complete?
Where must I go?
Why…

Sometimes the answers are there, it’s just sitting there idly waiting for us to notice. We’ll keep passing them until we finally decide to stop and see it.

In the end, we are all our own person. What we feel, think, hear, believe, perceive, put into action—makes us who we are individually.
Your opinion is your opinion. I can choose to ignore it or let it affect me.
Get in tune with You.

Please read between the _____

For goodness sake, yes! “Please read between the lines!” I’ve decided to omit the last word. What is the correct word for reading between the signs, body language, demeanor, and the list goes on.

If the person avoids you, does not look at you, and speaks in single words. Isn’t that clear enough to know they’re not interested in any relations with you.

I do not understand how some fail to see the vial cues of the directed person receiving the communication. It’s a persistence of annoyance. Basically, the lady doesn’t want to converse with you, nor does she wants to share her personal life. Everything is kept strictly professional. Read the body language.

I don’t know if it’s a cultural stigma. Or the person does not have observation abilities to see the reality. When the directed person finally have had enough and decidedly concluded the individual has not caught on the vial cues. It’s time to directly make such clear. Thus, the person whom fail to see such vial cues becomes enraged and feels the need to blame. Yes, typical.

The point is to read the entire picture not in your perspective. Not in what you want to see. Rather the perspective of the crowd.

Sorrow emptiness

Life feels so empty. I feel nothing when I venture the night or watch flicks after flicks. They’re moving, but I’m not. The night life moves in its own rhythm, but I cannot feel the rhythm. I can only watch in the distant, in the corner of my darkness.

The screen plays, flick after flick. Just pictures passing through my vision. I no longer understand. I walk out forgetting what I saw. They’re just images.

I feel cold, my skin burns of frost, and my heart frozen. Dissipated in the dept of hollow darkness. Sleep. That’s all I want…I’m tired of trying…it’s killing me