MeRepresents

The best feeling in the world is gratitude. The worst feeling in the world is hopelessness. At times like these (in context of the COVID-19 pandemic, most of the world is under quarantine),  we are in the frustrating phase of liminality. Both thankful for what we have, and fearful for what we have to lose. I, for one, am grateful to have a house over my head, a family who keeps me company (despite how ridiculous they can be); I am also thankful for the wonderful friends who are always there to send a warm hug or a hard slap my I need it the most (despite how ridiculous I can be). I am thankful for I am given a chance to write and to read. While there are numerous other little things one can be grateful for, I'll let you keep those few to yourself. Take a moment to remember what or who makes the turmoils of life less difficult. I hope that little exercise made you smile today. 😊

Envy. It is a seed that drains the lifeblood of your soul. It is for, I, we, the people whose loneliness blackens the light of the mind, and soon the heart. So dark, that even the slightest ray is lost in the void of dissatisfaction for as long as the eyes turn to the next yard. It only serves the master of pride. Envy, I say, has scorned the lives of many. Push it deeper, and it borrows within. It does not go away. It will not go away. It is a trigger that fires a gun not unto the object, but the subject of unwillingness, and surrenders to it anyways. With an envious heart, one scorns the self in the mirror. It's a shadow that pulls all insecurities to resurface, even the ones once befriended. It turns your friends into foes. Kindness to pitty. It corrupts. And it shall degrade you. Eat you alive and make you feel as if you are alive. A zombie. And it is I, pride, who shall keep company. It is I who shall remain when you die. Pride is a clingy little thing. You cannot rid ...