Prayers.
In our prayers, we often beseech for a life devoid of struggles and the avoidance of encountering malevolent individuals. However, such aspirations are inherently unattainable. Thus, I find solace in supplicating for divine protection and concealment from the adversities that inevitably cross our paths. My prayer is for the fortitude and resilience to navigate through life's vicissitudes, both favorable and adverse.
Just as the tale of Abraham illustrates, where his adversaries sought to engulf him in flames, yet he emerged unscathed by divine decree. "O fire," commanded the Almighty, "be coolness and safety upon Abraham." Thus, though Abraham traversed through hardship, he remained shielded from the malevolence of others, enveloped in divine protection. Sometimes believing in the process and oneself is our savior, so I urge you to trust and believe in yourself dear reader.
Testament of Love: the white wine is our witness.
Yesterday, I poured the pale essence of white wine from my mouth to yours, compelled by the unwavering gaze you cast upon me as I indulged. White wine, divine elixir, doth pour, from lip to lip, amour's sweet rapport. Your eyes, fixated upon mine, betrayed a gentle flush upon your cheeks, a silent testament to the stirring emotions within. In that moment, as your gaze widened and your form subtly shifted, I felt the palpable connection between us intensify, a silent dance of longing and desire.
Our bond, forged over four years of shared moments and whispered confidences, remains steadfast amidst the ebb and flow of life's currents. Amidst the ceaseless change, there exists an immutable thread that binds us, an unspoken understanding that transcends words.
In the quiet intimacy of our shared moments, I find solace in the familiarity of your surrender, and marvel at the effortless harmony that defines our union. Your willingness to yield to my touch, to entrust me with your vulnerabilities, is a testament to the depth of our connection. And in turn, I am enraptured by the fervor with which you embrace my affection, reveling in the unspoken language of desire that flows between us.
Each whispered endearment, each lingering glance, serves as a testament to the profound intimacy we share, a tapestry woven from the threads of trust and understanding. In the sanctuary of our shared love, there exists a sacred space where every word, every gesture, is imbued with meaning. And in that sacred space, I find myself endlessly enamored, endlessly grateful, for the privilege of loving you.
Mania.
In the intoxication of mania, I wander, caught in the meanders of the absurd. In this tumultuous whirlwind where reason is lost, the incessant urge to harm myself assails me. So, I take refuge in smoke, like a lost soul clinging to a makeshift raft, while the chaos of my torn thoughts engulfs me. Between the relentless imperatives of daily life and the inner turmoil that gnaws at me, I find myself trapped in a macabre dance, torn between lucidity and madness. In this absurd theater of existence, I feel condemned to wander, seeking in vain for respite in the desperate act of smoking.
Elegy of Shame.
I wear the crown of my mistakes,
A heavy burden, a soul that aches.
In the mirror, reflections of deceit,
A self-proclaimed 'fuck up,' in self-defeat.
A journey walked in disregard,
Through fields of apathy, emotions scarred.
I confess my sins to the night,
In the quiet, where shadows ignite.
In the mirror's gaze, a stark admission,
I question worth, deserving no rendition.
No empathy sought for this broken frame,
I stand alone in my Elegy of Shame.
Yet, beneath this shroud of shame,
A glimmer lingers, a spark untamed.
For every flaw, a chance to mend,
A broken road that twists, won't end.
I seek redemption in the gaze of remorse,
To rewrite the script, chart a different course.
In the wreckage of my self-made strife,
I strive to rebuild and reclaim my life.
For love's embrace, a distant shore,
I sail through storms, forevermore.
In the wreckage, a phoenix rises,
From the ashes, a new self surmise.
The past may haunt, a ghostly gust,
Yet, in self-awareness, I place my trust.
A poem of redemption, a humble plea,
To change the narrative, to set me free.
Limitations.
I woke up suffocated and thinking about limitations. Limitations in life are the worst human product that has ever existed, and I believe they are the cause of many problems in the world, from mental illness to physical ailments. These limitations consist of rules, which we can name some: systems, political ideologies, religions, cults, and societal conventions. These and other human-made rules and labels have made life difficult for everyone, fostering hatred, war, self-doubt due to the constant pressure to meet certain expectations, and the fear of judgment.
Societies around the world have created both written rules (laws, religions) and unwritten rules (stereotypes and made-up traditions). While I'm not suggesting that being organized is inherently bad, I fail to see the logic in any limited human-made system. All I have observed are negative effects for each individual. For instance, the concept of money is rigid and illogical. Educational systems are flawed, and the expectations placed upon individuals are even worse. It seems that humanity has become complacent, with repetitive and ineffective systems perpetuating a manipulated society.
If humans were free as they should be, we could witness wonders in the world. Instead of emphasizing materialistic gains, we could use human resources to teach one another essential skills. Rather than selling services and products, we could share experiences and learn basic life skills. While science, literature, and innovation are crucial, the current trend towards materialism is shameful. Human time is wasted on monotonous jobs and habits, all in pursuit of societal expectations about what constitutes a good life.
It is disheartening to see individuals sacrificing their well-being and happiness to conform to societal norms. The stress of adhering to rigid schedules and financial pressures takes away the joy of life. People are so preoccupied with their pursuits that they neglect the simple pleasures of existence such as enjoying morning sunshine without being stressed about being late to sell your life at work.
Great thinkers throughout history, such as Sartre, Virginia Woolf, Khalil Gibran, Stoicism philosophers, Albert Camus, Tesla, Newton, Einstein, Diana Nyad, and many others, have sought to convey messages and perspectives on human matters. While their perspectives may differ, their shared sense of human limitation and the desire for a better world is evident.
Imagine a world free from the constraints of time, money, and societal expectations. A world where individuals could be happy, healthy, considerate, and loving without the need for materialistic pursuits. The world is indeed beautiful, but artificial barriers hinder our ability to appreciate it fully.
I don't believe in the concept of evil as an inherent trait. Evil is taught and learned, and with enough love in the world, there would be no room for hurt, alienation, or the need to be evil. Everything in the universe, from cells to planets, evolves and changes. Similarly, societal rules and suffocating limitations shouldn't exist because they contradict our nature and the nature of the universe.
It's absurd that people still resort to violence for a piece of land when there are ample unoccupied lands worldwide. This behavior is incomprehensible and illogical, regardless of the reasons given. Humanity should prioritize being humane, and no justification should allow harm to others. If these limitations and restrictions we have were logical, we wouldn’t feel depressed following them, we wouldn’t reach the point where we call some people ‘’ people of power’’ and there wouldn’t be people washed up enough to kill other people for money and societal positions or even recognition.
These limitations and restrictions start within our homes, where fear of disappointing parents or caregivers often leads to a cycle of submission. There is a distinction between respect and submission, and individuals should embrace their originality rather than conforming to others' expectations.
The stress and anxiety caused by societal judgment, fashion trends, and blindly following social norms are detrimental to mental health. The cycle perpetuates itself, with industries benefitting from creating and solving problems. Society has become enslaved to money and materialism, leading to widespread submission.
Corruption has infiltrated every aspect of life, from selling one's body for a living to desperate acts like selling feet photos online. This corrupted mindset perpetuates a submissive culture, allowing those with make-believe power to manipulate and control society.
In conclusion, breaking the cycle of submission is crucial to preserving humanity. We must question and challenge societal norms, embrace our originality, and prioritize love over material pursuits. Only then can we create a world free from the limitations that hinder our collective potential.
Dear God,
Dear God, O dear, God, dear!
When will we see the tyrants in life lose?
When will we win if we take action without losing as much?
And dear God, why do we have to pay more when we fight although we are fighting because we have lost a lot already?
And O Lord I take a faith in you, a friend in you, to whom I grief, to whom I feel relief,
So dear my dear God, hear me out, let the fire be of coolness and safety upon us, as you did to your close friend Abraham.
Yours,
Éros
Dear Motherland,
I miss the cold breeze refreshing my face, from my free hands on the bike when I was seven to my hands and head out of the car window as a little grown-up, I am the child of the Mediterranean sea, the olives, thyme, garlic, and the lavender-smelling countryside meadows. I am so far from home, I only miss the land, for it's the only land I feel connected to, in contrast with the people, I never felt or will feel at ease with them, but the land, oh the land of my country is my mother no matter where I will go the smell, the texture is uncomparable, it feels as if I was created from it, and I believe I was, I am still a part of it. I will do my best to live my last days alone there and rot into my dear motherland. Dear motherland, forgive me, for circumstances forced me to leave you, I will come back to you when I am ready.
J’ai personne, je suis totalement seul.
I will admit it, you are right Britney, my loneliness is killing me as well as my back, joking I have a very straight nice posture, the only straight thing about me actually. I said this as I’m looking in the mirror, my butt looks kinda cute lately. Unfortunately, there is no one who appreciates it now and then, just kidding, or am I? I am not going to lie to you Britney, I have been afraid to admit that loneliness is affecting me although I like to be alone, and I mean it, I enjoy every minute that am away from people. I feel internal and external peace. Peace of heart and mind. But I guess my humane side is speaking. I think even if I enjoy my solitude, I would appreciate the idea of someone out there loving me and wishing me good. Goodbye, Britney. Have a day.