Of stories and fairy tales

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved stories. Day in day out, she would pester her mum to bring her to the library, her favorite place. She was only 5.

I was that little girl who loved stories. I adored fairy tales, tales of creatures never seen, stories with twists and adventures, and endings were often happy ones. I remembered reading the entire series of fairy tales at my neighborhood library. Needless to say, my mum was impressed, but she never quite understood why i only loved fairy tales.

Then i moved on to bible stories, they were brilliant! It was as if they were fairy tales, but only they were true! The adults around all said that they were real life accounts. I was elated.

It has been many years, but my love for stories never went away. I have been reading, listening and participating in stories of the people around me. And that is truly my passion.

I stumbled onto a blog, its titled “ Stories that matters”. He too was searching for stories, travelling from one place to another, searching and writing the stories along the way. I am impressed; impressed in doing what he does, in continuing to do what he had began. Becos, i had stopped my search. I wanted to in my own story, and no longer in others only.

It seems like a task too difficult, i stopped struggling and feeling despair. But i am not ready to raise the white flag, not really sure what i am going to do now or how things will turn out… I am sure that i will not surrender and resign myself to compromise. I am trying to put away the recent spate of disappointments and unhappiness, the day i am able to speak to my father without coldness would be the day of my success.

Stories

BIG tots... abt "Stories to Tell - travelling tales for all". Then there is this big idea from reading Marien's novel; obsessions of individuals and their resolutions. Of cos, a novel has to have all her characters linked up... and it showed the good old wisdom of removing root before treatment and the price of a fool.

Read the book.







P.s Too much into the book, now in Marien Keyes's Loly Daly mood!

Sulky

its been quite a few days since i have been sulky, and more considering the days of despair.
One week, just one bloody week i gave myself to wallow and pretend i'm on holiday and relax... stayed offline and managed to stick to my book, no internet no tv and not really a huge progress. Nevertheless, still a step... big step for me.

One book down and quite a few more to go!

Scale of ignorance and power

If ignorance is bliss, then knowledge is power... power for change.

To be more specific,
knowledge is unrealized power,
waiting for the moment to evolve into revelation.
Revelation IS the power to be reckon with.

04:21

This moment is 04:21 or 21st September,
This moment came silently and unexpectedly;
I wasn't waiting for it,
nor had i paid any attention to it.
This moment just came, and froze...

Despair

Despair just eats you alive; it starts from taking in HOPE like someone slurping on their soup starters... licking every drop, polishing you from even a single speckle of anything that resumes HOPE. It moves on like a hungry wolf, pouncing on your senses. Losing your mind, bit by bit, little by little, like a prey completely subdued by its predator... waiting hopelessly, mindlessly for death to come.

Slowly, you will feel nothing, as if your nerves had been removed. You struggle and hurt yourself with intent, hoping pain pain can distract you, thinking feeling pain can wake you, using the pain to prove that you are still alive...

Pathetic.

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Down you hung yr head, looking to the ground,
With every step you take, you allowed it to be your style.
Casting your glances up, only to see the signs and lifts
before returning back to the cold hard concrete down.

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You were dressed in blue causal, in jeans with a sling bag as many youths would.
You were barely walking, dragging your feet in the pace of reluctance.
You were going in a direction for the train, leaving for some place called dread.
You caught the lift, finally glancing to see the numeric of 123.

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World I look you in the eye, with glances to the horizons.
Quicken but relaxed were my pace, for this day of light and glory.
Dressed in red blue and a bagful of hope I carry,
I dreamt of an unceasing hope.

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I am dressed in red blue, with a touch of white and cyan at the ears.
I walk with direction, and a sense of destination.
I quicken my steps, pacing in peace and relief from the weights of world.
I like to share this flora I wear, that brings colors to life and life to lives.

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Love is all one can see, in the eyes of the he who is able and willing;
wearing that body of scars and stripes, from scourges not his.
Like a beacon in the night, he stands out for you and me.
In the name of an amazing love.

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He was dressed with blood and scars, but now in white glory.
He was nailed on the cross, but resurrected alive and well.
He sits in Heaven, with eyes upon our every thought.
He is waiting for us, for us to make that call.