Category: Writing

It is me.

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It may be a playground for my soul… but the earth digs deep into my veins freezing my bones. We often seize at the thought of our end but forget about the beginning, the beginning where the soul is free from free will and is ready to live for eternity.

I am the shadow of myself, for it is me who lives within this body. It is me who see’s the wonders, it is me who see’s the depth. I am loved by myself, for it is me who enters this world. It is me who knows what love is, it is me who feels the pain. It is my soul.

My soul is my shadow, my soul is my heart, my soul is my love, my soul is my senses, my soul is free of gender and my soul is forever timeless.

Forgotten me.

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In a richer pasture of life, I have found the truth between green and dye. I am but a servant of God who has been given free will to forge the gap between destiny and child. ~ Falak.

 

With no sense at all I wander through the night. My eyes seek what I deeply yearn, a glimpse of thee, in a wandering path of existence. To me I am forever challenging my boundaries, trying hard to be a little less human a little more saint. Oh, how it pains my desires to let go of its needs, in hopes of a better tomorrow a more revered soul. I’ve come to believe that the soul is the true existence, our body is a mere avatar but our soul has no memory of what we truly are, it can only provide us with glimpses. Our true expectations, wants and needs were erased from our memory prior to being sent down to earth. We succumb to what we see, what we believe to be real. The need of our body take over the needs of our soul, for who we are is lost somewhere in transit in our fatal subconscious. I only have a loud voice in my heart that tells me to keep believing; and I do, I merely do. This search for greatness is what keeps me believing that there is something out there worth finding, worth being mortal for.

~ Me.

Complex Reality

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I sit here at 12:09 AM, a bit confused, not because I do not understand the content but because I do not know where or how to begin. My mind wanders from one topic to the next jumping constantly from psychology to philosophy. Wondering if any of this is the truth? Are my thoughts a mere fascination of the ‘What if’ scenario? Is the entire cosmic energy making me aware of who, I truly am? A possible ‘Thinker’; I didn’t know that could even be considered relevant. Not knowing what to think of me being a thinker or even coming close to realizing what qualifies me as one I took a little quiz on BBC.com called the ‘Thinker Quiz’ and this is the result of my thinker quiz:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/leonardo/thinker_quiz/results_and_answers.shtml

Existential thinker
You are an Existential Thinker
 
Existential thinkers:
  • Like to spend time thinking about philosophical issues such as “What is the meaning of life?”
  • Try to see beyond the ‘here and now’, and understand deeper meanings
  • consider moral and ethical implications of problems as well as practical solutions

Like existential thinkers, Leonardo questioned man’s role in the universe. Many of his paintings explored the relationship between man and God. Other Existential Thinkers include
The Buddha, Gandhi, Plato, Socrates, Martin Luther King

Careers which suit Existential Thinkers include
Philosopher, Religious leader, Head of state, Artist, Writer

I must say, that’s quite an improvement on where I was a few minutes ago. Now I at least know part of who I am. No, I’m not trying to flatter myself by the comparison with such great personalities, but I quite agree with the results. I do spend most of time thinking about God, the Universe and just trying to understand our purpose of existence. People who know me would probably vouch for that. They’ve heard me talk immensely about spiritualism, about my fascination with the Universe, and God in general. I truly, believe that the everything in the Universe is connected, I sit here wide awake tonight for a purpose, the butterflies the bees, my bird sleeping contently in the living room, are all present for a bigger reason than I can contemplate. My attraction towards certain books, certain ideas, or movies all stem from the Universe trying to get me where I am meant to be in the distant future. I believe that someday I will be able to think freely, without worrying about coming back to the grim reality of the work force. I believe that only I can be my worst enemy by failing to recognize my being. I believe that my purpose in life is much bigger than what meets the eye and I am out to attain it. InshAllah, (God willing) I will succeed at being who I really am.