What Am I Thankful for?

I am thankful for who I am and what I am...

I am thankful I met you, whoever you are...

Because you, just by meeting me, leave a dent in my life...

A friend, a fiend what does that matter? Each and every one person in my life is unique. Each and every one of them help me shape my world, my sanctuary, where I can live peacefully encapsulated in my own time... A sanctuary that only I can enter. A sanctuary that was built to fit me as a person, a whole; my own heaven...

You, whoever you are...

Plays a role in my little scene of life...

Because you, just by greeting me, leave a memory in my life...

Time strands, my fate, my faiths, my beliefs... How could that matter to you? My life, who I am, my existence is my own concern. Stay and observe. This is who I am and what I am. This is me shaped by my world, infused with paradigms from ideals, morals, boundaries that cannot be crossed.

Stay and observe... Because no matter what, I shall always be thankful for who I am.

See me just as I am... And judge me based on not how I look or how I think...

Rather judge me on whether I have lived accordingly...

So Shall the Masquerade Ends...

Dance, my love, dance till the music stops...
When we stop, never look back...

Fidelity is no more and around its carcass we dance...
Bathed in blood, crimson red, sparkling ruby color that stains our white robe...
The sword that lays next to it is glowing silver...
Dance, o' my lovely, dance till the music stops,
When we stop, never look back...

Why cry over something that never exists?
So shall the masquerade ends,
So shall the dance halt,
So shall the dreams perish...

Will I Ever Lose You?

No.
How could you?

No.
What could possibly make me leave you?

No.
Even if it hurts, it is a path I choose?

No.
I am the nightingale and you are the scholar...
I make and give you a chance...
That is who I am...

No.
The thorn of the rose tree pierces through my heart as I sing,
Yet I shall not stop...

In the end the nightingale died,
Yet its love… stayed…
In such a way, how will you ever lose me?

(Inspired by Oscar Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose")

A Scientist is...

Someone who never grows up...

Someone who questions everything...

Someone who puts everything at stake just for knowing...

A baby...

A toddler...

But the most important thing...

Someone who never gives up at times when everything seems to be out of reach...

"Persistence is the greatest virtue of a scientist..." (~ Dr. Essani)

On Consciousness...

When realizing that things are not what they seem to be, what do people do?

For a certain period, a certain year, a certain time frame... How long does life last?

Waiting? Whatever for?

Uncertainties? Why wait for something uncertain? Why gamble and ask who is to blame?

Does not life want people to live life as life itself?

Why blame life when one aspire for something that is not meant to be?

Why meet when at the end people separate?

Why have feelings when at the end feelings are as feelings do... uncertain?

Why settle for something that is not something indeed?

Does riddle have meaning?
Why are they created?

There are things better left unsaid... Will it be for the better?

Somethings that are hard to say, better be left alone in time.

Yet someday people will discover those things left unsaid...

And then...?

Nea...

Nea,

I know you are still out there, reaching out to the saddened and distraught... You know, sometimes I wish to be like you. In the world that is so vague and so abstract, a touch of happiness is very rare...

Would it be very egotistical of me to wish for you? I still remember when we first met... It was when the weather was cold and the wind blew violently... I stood there, crying. And you... Your wings protected me from the storm.

How could I forget those golden glistening eyes? Two pairs of silver wings... And silken black hair...

Nea, I remembered what you told me that day... You said,

"Ren, happiness will come to you, no matter what...

Maybe I was a little late, yet do believe in me,

Father will never allow all creations to vanish..."

Nea, to be human and to be humane... Those are the two greatest things that Father granted me that day. To learn about Amascyte and Eschelycte...

Maybe one day, Nea, when I see you again I will understand everything you told me that day...

Nea, I trust you, I always will...