He falls

He walks along the path,
and then finds himself face down in a pile of dust.
Something is affixed to his back,
but no matter how he turns around and crane his neck and twist and contort his body, he sees nothing.
Yet he can feel the affliction,
and it gnaws at his heart.

It beats then falters,
swims then flounders,
loves then murders.

Alas, if only life did not come with decisions,
the small boy said.
Broken pieces of a jar in his hand,
as he sits at the edge of the cliff,
peering into the vast ocean beneath.

The wise man replied from yonder
then how different would your life be
than that of a stone?
the voice echoed over the constant
ebb and flow of the tide.

The boy leaps off the cliff and dives into the waters
Blue, cold, furious.
They storm at him, pushing and swelling,
like a baker kneading dough.

Alas, if only I had no troubles,
the small boy croaked.
Gasping and struggling,
to the surface he rose.

The wise man shouted through the waters
then how different would you be
from a fish who swims and eats all day
and gets eaten at the end of the day?

The boy climbs up the shore
sees nothing but sand in the distance
a vulture circles the air.

Alas, if only life was a smooth and straight path,
with no hardship or suffering,
his clothes ragged and torn,
walking into the wilderness.

The wise man bellowed through the air
from the surrounding mountains
then how different would you be
from the rest of your peers?

The boy reaches the mountains.
And searches for the wise man
but there is only him.
and him.

Stab

Ethics. Morals. Values. Instinct. Fight or flee.

A tightrope sizzles and burns. Do you leap off or wait till you fall?

When shit hits the fan, will you clean the fan or buy a new one?

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Lonely Child

My sister is getting married! Good news of course. No doubt I feel happy for her, that she can proceed to another stage of life. Yet, I feel a little sad within as well. Sure, I'll see her every now and then, but now it'll just be me and my parents as she will be moving out soon.

I am comfortably close with my sis. Despite five years age difference, we do get along well. I can't remember the last time we quarreled. We definitely had our differences but we are more different than similar, and we acknowledge that. That's why we ask each others' opinion because we know it would definitely be from a different perspective.

Now we aren't as thick as thieves or like super duper close sortof thing. We do embrace modern communication, and when we don't see each other physically, we communicate via other platforms like whatsapp or sms or twitter. We don't share much secrets. But we do know the meaning of empathy.

This would not have been possible without my parents. Through their actions and family or house-oriented thoughts and plans, me and my sis have learned the power of empathy in consoling one another.

And that thought that now, it'll just be me and my four walls, with no one to physically bicker about makes me rather, well, sad. I mean, blood is thicker than water. But within blood itself, there are several thickness standards. The standard between me and her is one of the highest.

Oh, I can say she'll be definitely happy when she's moving out. For a lot of reasons. I mean, we're talking about ownership, land/room/territory disputes, placement of objects, tidiness of clothes, and the list goes on and on and on.

Yet, no matter what, I know she's just a whatsapp away.

Who is she?

She busies herself within the house
reorganizing the inner structure
to an inner mental map she has
in her head
that's always changing.

Her hands do not idle,
her feet do not keep still.
A cupboard here, a bed there,
Here today and gone somewhere tomorrow.

Anything that collects dust is but a parasite
Anything that is too messy
that is too untidy
that is too unpleasant for the eyes
is immediately snatched up and
thrust into a storage space.

A cupboard
A drawer
A box
Does it matter where?

Like water in its liquid form,
that's ever changing to conform to its bearer
wearing me down

I'm tired.

Your house. Not mine.

That feeling when...

That feeling when... a fellow classmate sends you his assignment to look through, and you realize it's ten times way better than yours which you submitted five minutes ago.

23

Ever since secondary school, I've always had the urge to help my friends. I used to exchange loads of letters with my friends. These letters would be bundled with teenage angst, suicidal intentions, overpowering emotions, doubts and insecurities about self-identities and self-realizations.

So I grew up and thought to myself 'perhaps I shall be a psychologist and study how the minds of people work.'

Then I fell victim to the strain of media that courses through my bloodline and studied media. Along the way, I did what I always did automatically.

As such, I would most definitely say it comes as no surprise to self that it was with much passion I currently work in the customer service sector. And I plan to stay here for life.

I have always yearned for a job that would be exciting and present fresh challenges every day. Along the way, it would also be engaging and yet at the same time, allow me to unleash my vocal bombardment and persuasive verbal logic of reasoning.

Yet, this job allows me to bring out the best of my qualities and raise them up to another level. Patience. Self-control. Humility.

I won't deny it has its challenges. After all, whom would want to be yelled at daily, or scolded, or be endlessly disputed with. But I believe behind every tiff lies a story.

Above all, I am most certainly blessed with a supportive life companion, an awesome sister, two enriching and rewarding occupations, leading to a very fulfilling and empowering life. :)