You will not be remembered on how hard you worked, how many hours you spent, how much you earned, how you dress, how rich you are..

But you will always be remembered on how you treat others with respect, kindness and humble heart..

If we could only touch one soul, just one helpless soul

Forget all the chaos the war

The anger, the hurt

Focus on good deeds

I would bet my life that it'll change you forever...

Just saying...

More often than not,

I always think about

What reason am i still living?

I tried everything,

Be good

Negative

Follow

Lead

And more often than not

It left me unsatisfied and uncontent

I tried

Helping

Loving

Hurting

Learning

And it just lead me into thinking more

I've been bruised, stamped, bullied, trampled

Still there is nothing i could feel

So more often than not

I ponder on wonders

And it just left me

Sleep Deprived

Closing my eyes

Feeling that fear washing over me

The coldness of the ice

Rushing through my veins

I know i shouldn't

But i did anyways

And just like everyone else

I watch you slowly slip away

It was foolish of me to think

That you'll take me seriously

My body's parched,lips are chapped and dry

Too gullible to think that you would want to saturate me

We are born to learn

We study to learn

We hurt to learn

We love to learn

We cry to learn

We experience to learn

We live to learn

We die to learn

For what exactly should we learn?

It was back in 1998, i was a highschool freshman. Every year we have this fire/earthquake drill. It's just the usual drill, if you hear the bell ring longer than 3 mins you have to go to the field infront of the gates.

I was in my trigonometry class, being that it was my favorite subject, i was sitting infront of the teacher engrossed in our lesson. My teacher suddenly stopped and our room shook. I wasn't sure what was happening around me then. I was too shocked.

The shaking didn't stop we we're at the topmost of our building. Fourth floor without an elevator with hundreds of students. You might probably think i was stupid because i even had time to gather my books in my locker. I told myself i need to save them. I tripped, stepped on, dragged and trampled.

The foundations and posts from our floor started to fall apart..

Walls started to crack.. It felt like it was for hours when in fact it was only for 15mins?30 tops. I managed to get out. But my teacher, she didn't. We we're the last ones to get out. But she wasn't able to because she pushed me and the building collapsed. She was hit by a big block of wall on the head.

I think about 10 students died that time and my trigo teacher.

And i can never forget that moment. The horror. The trauma.

Hence, i became a teacher.

We all struggle in life to survive

Day and night we always strive

In which we do everything to thrive

But we're just like bees in a hive

Stuck in life's vicious ride

Lately i've been beating myself up

To create something with depth than just the usual random thoughts

I was nagging myself of how stupid i am for not coming up with such.

I was trying to impress him

That i forgot im writing for myself not for an audience

Specially not for him

But not anymore..

I will write for me

Not for "He"

Don't care if it's crappy

Atleast it'll make me happy

The baggage will be lifted from me

In life I have often wondered,

What would it be like for me

If i've chosen the bumpy and rocky road

Would I be satisfied and content?

If I tried to be the captain of my ship

Instead of being a voyager

Will it make a difference?

Would I be happy where the tides take me?

If i have let the wind take me

Instead of having someone control the sails

Will i find peace with every decision i make?

I have ridden the ship

And let the captain take its course

I let them control the sails

And let their wind take its course

I know where the journey would take me

And I'm not happy

Nor am i sad

All my life i have chosen the safe road

The flowery path

The suns and rainbows

I am neither content nor satisfied

Does this make me weak?

Does my situation seem bleak?

If i ever did change

What difference would it make?

Because reality is

In this life survival is the key

I have a job

A house

I can live

I can survive

I know I have everything,

But why do i feel like i have nothing?

When a fire burns,

it uses up the wood.

It devours it,

leaving only ash.

Using our power makes us stronger.

It feeds us instead of consuming us.

And sadly, i let it consume me...

I am made from M&M's Peanut, chocolatey SWEET on the inside yet covered in a VIBRANT and HARD SHELL. You need to crack the shell to taste the chocolatey goodness. And once you get to know me deeper, you'll see how NUTS i am.. ;)

I am made from Onions (not the smell ofcourse) SENSITIVE but i can make you CRY secretly without trying too hard (yes beware it's not even a threat)

I am made of LEGOS, i am built up STURDY but once knocked down i come CRUMBLING down..

I am made of KINDER JOY SURPRISE (does this exist in america or wherever you are?) once opened you'll be SURPRISED at what's inside.

I just noticed all are sweets.. Hahaha..I don't have any bad blood inside me. Just pent up emotions. Because i was never open to any of my friends or family. Nobody understands me and it's easier here to open up because you don't know me personally. We are all strangers that go through somewhat similar situations. And it helps BIG TIME. I am old. But i think and act like a kid, as I try to see the brighter side in every situation. Or maybe passive, that I'm not sure but if i take everything seriously, i would've been dead a long time ago. (Well i tried once and it was a slap on the face).