57 years of “independence”,
57 years of stagnation,
57 years of retrogression,
57 years of corruption and poverty,
57 years of pain and sadness,
57 years of backwardness,
57 years not a single youth president,
57 years of no electricity,
Here’s to 57 more years..
Once upon a time, a time in a true story, a story about learning.
There was a novice, who didn’t know much about the streets; he had been “locked up” at home all his life.
He joined a program that camped about 2000+ youths all from different walks of life together for a period of 3wks in a regimented environment. The room had 14 bunk beds and housed ___ people per room (do the math), he somehow ended up being bunk neighbors with a cultist; not just any cultist, a chronic user (only uses people for what he can get from them), liar and deceiver who saw this boy as someone he could use, someone he could “ride” as the cultist put it.
He then started to ask the the novice for random things, even if he had absolutely nothing to use it for, he’d still ask. Its just their nature and what they always do. He first asked the novice for money, giving a reason that someone has stolen all his money and he doesn’t have a single dime. The novice “novicely” gave him a little money. The cultist then called his friends, right in the presence of the novice and said they should all meet up at the bar; just to show the novice how stupid and gullible he was. The novice, knowing that he was a cultist thought the best way to stay out of trouble is to pacify the cultist. Another day, another request and it went on like that for about a week before the novice finally opened up to his other bunk mate, who then taught the novice how to say no, the street way. He said to the novice “Never be afraid of anyone and don’t be scared to say no because they don’t know who you are, who you know and what you are capable of if they tried anything funny.”
This other bunk mate was the God-sent who opened the eyes of the novice to the things of the streets. Before then he and the novice had become good friends and more or less brothers over the span of a week and a half. He taught him about the different cults and how to recognize them, how to interact with people to prevent them from taking advantage of you and suddenly, the novice could now see EVERYTHING.
The next day the novice woke up and saw the cultist standing by his bed and… TO BE CONTINUED
-A true story by the DarkThinker
People want to be woke..
People aspire to be deep..
others wallow in ignorance.. There is a thin line between being “woke” (aware of the situations in your surrounding others take for granted) and being fake woke. Some are truly woke causing others to want to be woke but actually ending up being “fake woke” or ignorant.
To be woke is not a forced thing but rather more like an epiphany. Accessing your subconscious and paying attention to things you might have subconsciously overlooked; a deeper connection with ones self if self and subconscious are one. The truly woke ones are woke effortlessly and can easily be recognized by others unlike the “fake woke” who try to take common knowledge and add to it what isn’t there.
Dont force “woke”, let it happen. Some people are meant to be woke, and others are just meant to be woken.
He gazed upon her.. captivating, heart-melting beauty,
Her face radiating .. you could lose your sight forever;
the last image etched into your mind to have forever.
wondered to himself… “Masterpiece”
If Aphrodite ever took a human form.. he thought to himself,
“This must be her”
About to hit adulthood and the future is looking foggy; he has no idea how it’s going to turn out. Before he begins to worry about the future, he has to conquer his present puzzle; piece together himself to find out who he is. Before he can become that person, he has to discover first, who that person it.
Once you know yourself.. the world is your oyster, the world is yours.
The mind is a very powerful place.. a very flexible object.
An object that can be used to do a lot of good and equally cause great destruction.
Before anything is manifested in the world, it first germinates like a seed in the mind. What is this seed? An idea; a concept.. a mental impression
Once the idea has been planted, it is left to the bearer what becomes of such thought, they determine what grows from that seed. It could germinate to become a beautiful rose or.. you get the idea.
It sits there in the mind like a battery pack, fueling the following thoughts that come after. The idea becomes the foundation for more ideas, it becomes the pathway to more success or a free fall to abject failure.
Be careful of the ideas you entertain in your mind..
they could break you or better still, make you.
Shattered. Empty and lost/lust is how I feel. For the longest time I had a solid wall around my heart.
Nothing, no one could penetrate.. Until recently
Feelings and emotions I kept out are suddenly breaking through.. Crack by crack, one after the other, it’s all tumbling down. I find myself in a dilemma, Mixed emotions and shit. All meeting at this crossroads and its conflicting.
I never felt like this before. It’s a new experience, a different field. I’m starting to “feel” and I don’t know how I feel about that.
It’s deeper than deep, darker and lonelier than a dead person suddenly awakening in his cuffin. I’m screaming out for help but it falls on deaf ears.
I need to let it all out then build again. I need to pull it all down and pull it back up, but this time not alone.
Merry dark Christmas