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The Earth cannot keep up; can we slow down?

 The Earth cannot keep up; can we slow down? In this fast-paced world where human greed for luxury, speed, and comfort is insatiable, can anyone dare to slow down? Even nature takes its time; why can’t we humans? It takes around 4 billion years for life to form on earth. It takes time for the earth to become livable. Trees, for example, grow unhurriedly. Accordingly, most trees on average take 10–30 years to reach full maturity. But humans only take 10—30 minutes to cut them down. Meanwhile, human existence can be traced only 200,000 years ago, but how is it that in such a limited period, humans were able to disrupt the balance of nature, which the earth relied on for about 4 billion years? We blame not human existence per se, but humans’ greed. Humans are no longer satisfied with enough. Everybody wants more—well, more than what is essential, sufficient, and necessary. The standard of success means having luxuries and busy lives. In pursuit of comfort, speed, and consumption, we c...
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Am I Really Missing Out?

Am I Really Missing Out? When I cling to my principles, am I missing out? When I hold tight to my morals, am I missing out? In this generation where everything is casual dating, sex, marriage, abortion name it, everything is easy, everything disposable. And often, those who still believe in something, who still draw lines, who still say no when everyone else says “why not,” were called boring. Loner. Left out. But what is it to miss out , anyway? The crooked thrills? If that’s the prize, call me names. I’d rather miss out than make a fool of myself, twisting into shapes  just to fit your perverted sense of morality. Call me boring but I rather not give a fck! Because satisfaction, real happiness doesn’t come from keeping up. It comes from standing firm. And if that makes me boring, then boring must be brave.
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Is It, Really?

  Is It, Really? They say,  “You’re bound for hell  if you end your own life,” as if salvation was written in black and white. But tell me is it, really? When everything feels unbearably heavy  that despair drips into every thought like rain that never stops, is it still that simple? When the mind is so clouded  with consuming self-doubt  and suffocating sadness  that  judgment is shattered beyond reason is it, really? For how can one call it choice when the soul is no longer free, when death is not desired, but mistaken for release? Would you not see  that the heart is suffocating, not rebelling? That the pain is not defiant, but pleading  for a quiet cry for rest  that the world could not give? So I ask again, is it truly a sin to believe that peace may be easier felt in death than it ever was in life? 
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  Could it be different? Had I chosen the other path, Could I have landed on greener grass? They say the more challenging path yields greater potential, But how come I ended up with nothing? In this life full of irrationals  the lucky ones are better rewarded, While the competent ones are left wearing their ASS out in hard labor. Again, they say everyone deserves a blast. But you know VERY WELL— there are those who deserve it better.  Those whose work you praised, yet never truly valued. Was it ever fair? To subject someone’s hope to mere “draw lots like what, lottery? Am I bitter? Yeah. I despise your ways. They’re be yond logic. You know what? I came to you with a goal, high hopes!  So, I gave my VERY best.  Well, more than what that “MEAGER” wage demands. But then, at the end of the day, was I rightfully rewarded?  So now I ask:  Had I chosen the other path, Could it have been different?
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How the world weighs you?

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The world is a biased weight.  People will look up to you when you have the face  but treat you differently when you're below standard.  Nevertheless, don't base your worth on how the world weighs or sees you!
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Yearning For You

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  Words left unspoken,  My heart you unconsciously stolen. Feelings rest untold.  My yearn for you crave to unfold
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HOW CAN YOU BLAME ME FOR THE ASHES YOU MADE?

HOW CAN YOU BLAME ME FOR THE ASHES YOU MADE?  I was a massacre, in a vulnerable state,  lost and crawling towards my wit's end. Deceived, I opened the window as I saw a light coming.  I deliberately cuddled thinking it was a ray of sunshine.  At last, a heat embraced my cold room.  In an instance, I felt the familiar warmth,  the warmth I've been longing to feel for a long time.   It's comforting.  Gradually, the warmth was getting hotter.  The feeling was just ecstatic- that I've never experienced before. Then suddenly, the heat turned to a burning sensation  Little did I know, it was actually me who was burning,  (perhaps burning for you?)  Still unsettled for that ecstasy, I disregarded the pain.  I allowed it thinking we're vibing. I thought a little sacrifice would not cost me  until such time, the pain became more and more unbearable.  One moment I realized parts of me were turning into ashes.  I ...
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