emotions take you over

Whatever you do, whatever your goal is - make your life easy! You can always dream, but plan out things you can only reach with your hands. Take steps, not leaps of faith. The only thing true about believing, as faith is concerned, is believing yourself. If you don’t, then who would? If you don’t see “God”, make yourself one so every time you look at yourself in the mirror, you see God in you. Be the master of your own life, because you’re the one who holds it. Nobody else does. You make the whole production of your own life. Some people say, you are the actor and some “far being” controls its direction or writes what is to happen. You aren’t sure of that, so just believe in yourself. You can do what you think. Believe in yourself. Let your mind control everything. Believe and so shall it be.

But sometimes, you can. Everything’s not absolute in this world. Everything you say or do doesn’t apply all the time. The only thing constant in this world is change.

It just happens. You breathe at one second. At one second, you don’t. 

Life throws hard things on our heads just to wake us up from this dream. One day, you were riding a unicorn or saved by a prince with his horse then suddenly you were jolted awake from that previously sound sleep. Then, you realize you weren’t dreaming at all. Those were pictures of your subconscious, the window through what you really think about, deeper urges, deeper wants, deeper realizations and deeper feelings. At a minute, I was happy. Five seconds, you made me laugh so hard. An hour, we initiated a surprise attack of sadness. A month, threw anger out of nothing. Years, fell in love with each other. Then after that, it goes on. It keeps on changing. You have the choice to notice it yourself or not. Like radios, our emotions keep on tuning in to different frequencies. The songs came and gone. You see yourself in the flip-side but still singing the song that struck your ears and your heart. You hear the ticking of the clock. Nostalgia. You want to get rid of the song in your mind, but something’s telling you to sing it over and over again. Last song syndrome. Everything is made possible by your imagination. Like how invisible rocks’re made with water and sand. You know it’s okay and soothing to walk on shore barefoot but there’s always this feeling that you have felt long before. Rocks hurting your feet, making them bleed. Those that you don’t see. Those that aren’t visible.