Beautiful Souls find their way to each other
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Somewhere in the world, while I was flying low on the earth's surface, upon which I was imprissoned for years as the willow tree, I found a friend. I spoke to this new friend. And this soul was full of unspoken wisdom. I wish to delve into this ocean of wisdom. Using my quill and old scroll, I wrote this person's name down. Although this beautiful soul is my friend, I will not claim this person as my own. And there shall come a time that this person will walk away. Reluctant or willing, I shall not know nor forsee. For all of us in this universe are a free energy. We shall not disappear but we shall take another form. Just like what happened to me. But before the day comes that this new friend shall flee, I wrote a letter:
There are only a few beautiful people in this world. You know why they are
beautiful? I believe that they're old souls. They are those few souls that
are in search for something deeper. And that desire to search of the deeper
meaning of one's existence made them break the laws of time and space. They
just keep on dying and then resurrect through rebirth. The brittle surfaces
of these rough skinned souls get etched and smoothed by constant death and
rebirth throughout the centuries of their existence. Until one day, they wake
up in their new lives, shiny like a fine cut diamond. Rare...precious. I
thought YOU were one of them. And I hope YOU were not wrong when u said u
thought I'm beautiful. Because if I am, then your beauty outshines mine. ;-D
There are only a few beautiful people in this world. You know why they are
beautiful? I believe that they're old souls. They are those few souls that
are in search for something deeper. And that desire to search of the deeper
meaning of one's existence made them break the laws of time and space. They
just keep on dying and then resurrect through rebirth. The brittle surfaces
of these rough skinned souls get etched and smoothed by constant death and
rebirth throughout the centuries of their existence. Until one day, they wake
up in their new lives, shiny like a fine cut diamond. Rare...precious. I
thought YOU were one of them. And I hope YOU were not wrong when u said u
thought I'm beautiful. Because if I am, then your beauty outshines mine. ;-D
Achaiah
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Life is an energy. And science teaches us, energy does not decrease nor disappear. It simply takes another form. And when my life ended as the willow tree, I have left my withered trunk behind but my soul was retained and have evolved into a new being...an angel. I was ready to see my God's face. But then, I must not yet be worthy. However, I am greatful beyond eternity for the new being that I have become. I have wings, as the birds to fly me to the most beautiful places, a singing voice, to soothe weary hearts, limbs and legs to dance and most of all a face that personifies me.
I descended to the earth when I once stood as the willow tree. None have come to mourn my death. It saddens me, therefore I stood there to mourn my own death. Beside my lifeless trunk, lies my scroll. Upon which I have inscribed the names of beings that hath earned a place in my heart and soul. I picked it up and decided to keep it. This day is the start of my new life. I've breathed air for years and yet I wake up this morning as though I've only begun living. Call me by the name Achaiah, and this is the story of my life.
I descended to the earth when I once stood as the willow tree. None have come to mourn my death. It saddens me, therefore I stood there to mourn my own death. Beside my lifeless trunk, lies my scroll. Upon which I have inscribed the names of beings that hath earned a place in my heart and soul. I picked it up and decided to keep it. This day is the start of my new life. I've breathed air for years and yet I wake up this morning as though I've only begun living. Call me by the name Achaiah, and this is the story of my life.
It's time for this old willow tree to die
Sunday, April 02, 2006
This day is distinct from any other day. The sun shines but it's light smearing crimson over the innocent skies. The wind blows but has the scent of rotting flowers. This is not like any ordinary day. I just know deep in my heart that spring is no longer coming for me. What lies before me, I can no longer see.
With the blowing of the last winter breeze I dance with a lovely smile upon my face. I smile my last smile as the willow tree. I sway my last sway as the willow tree. I weep my last tear as the willow tree. I whistle my last whistle as the willow tree. I have found myself aged by the years. And learned by the many songs of the seasons. I have seen people both miserable and joyous pass my unmoved path. And today, I stand my last stance, as sturdy and bold as always. The time. It is time for me to rest.
This I have to say, the anticipation of death is far worse than death itself. I felt death is coming for me, then I give it my loving embrace. Fare thee well and I shall see thee fairly soon.
With the blowing of the last winter breeze I dance with a lovely smile upon my face. I smile my last smile as the willow tree. I sway my last sway as the willow tree. I weep my last tear as the willow tree. I whistle my last whistle as the willow tree. I have found myself aged by the years. And learned by the many songs of the seasons. I have seen people both miserable and joyous pass my unmoved path. And today, I stand my last stance, as sturdy and bold as always. The time. It is time for me to rest.
This I have to say, the anticipation of death is far worse than death itself. I felt death is coming for me, then I give it my loving embrace. Fare thee well and I shall see thee fairly soon.
i'm sorry mom for being a bitch
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Now I am gone, there is nothing I can do.
I wonder if I'll be missed? Of course I will. I know someone out there cared about me, there had to be atleast one or two people.
I only hope I have touched those who were around me.
It would have been nice to have gotten to do more with my life. I was usually alone, thought it was sorta my fault. And alot of my parents fault for sheltering me. I guess they only wanted what was best for me.
Though I am gone, I must say to those who miss will miss me and loved me so dearly, that I am alright. Go on with your lives and learn from my mistakes. Don't fallow the same path that I have.
To my brother, I love you so much. you were always there for me, though we would fight alot.
To all my friends, you know who you are. I love all of you. Even though you are all nuts.
And last but not least, to my parents.
Mom and dad, I love you. I thought this day would never come, but I guess it has.
There is so much I wish I would have told you. But I also wish I would have stuck up for myself. I know I was only born to save your marrage. That is a crule thing to do to a child.
But you had me anyways, and I had to suffer through this world. I couldn't change that. but now I'm gone.
To anyone that reads this.
Who knows what will become of you, you may share the same faite as me.
I leave these last words.
BE WISE, BE INDEPENDENT. DON'T TAKE NOTHING FROM NO ONE. BE YOUR SELF.
DON'T SHADOW YOURSELF FROM LIFE.
EVERY BREATH MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.
PS.
I just hope that for the time that I have lived, that I have made a difference in somebody's life. I hope that I have enriched their life, making it better than what it had been. Hoping that I'll be remembered for all the good times we've had, and that you'll forgive me for all the hurt I may have caused. These are my last words, and I don't know who will read them. Just remember to live your life for every single second that you breathe.
With all my love, no tears.
Remember me, don't mourn me.
Mom and Dad: I know I was a bitch to raise, and I'm sorry. Thank you for everything you ever did for me. There is really no other words to say except for that I love you and thanks.
I wonder if I'll be missed? Of course I will. I know someone out there cared about me, there had to be atleast one or two people.
I only hope I have touched those who were around me.
It would have been nice to have gotten to do more with my life. I was usually alone, thought it was sorta my fault. And alot of my parents fault for sheltering me. I guess they only wanted what was best for me.
Though I am gone, I must say to those who miss will miss me and loved me so dearly, that I am alright. Go on with your lives and learn from my mistakes. Don't fallow the same path that I have.
To my brother, I love you so much. you were always there for me, though we would fight alot.
To all my friends, you know who you are. I love all of you. Even though you are all nuts.
And last but not least, to my parents.
Mom and dad, I love you. I thought this day would never come, but I guess it has.
There is so much I wish I would have told you. But I also wish I would have stuck up for myself. I know I was only born to save your marrage. That is a crule thing to do to a child.
But you had me anyways, and I had to suffer through this world. I couldn't change that. but now I'm gone.
To anyone that reads this.
Who knows what will become of you, you may share the same faite as me.
I leave these last words.
BE WISE, BE INDEPENDENT. DON'T TAKE NOTHING FROM NO ONE. BE YOUR SELF.
DON'T SHADOW YOURSELF FROM LIFE.
EVERY BREATH MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.
PS.
I just hope that for the time that I have lived, that I have made a difference in somebody's life. I hope that I have enriched their life, making it better than what it had been. Hoping that I'll be remembered for all the good times we've had, and that you'll forgive me for all the hurt I may have caused. These are my last words, and I don't know who will read them. Just remember to live your life for every single second that you breathe.
With all my love, no tears.
Remember me, don't mourn me.
Mom and Dad: I know I was a bitch to raise, and I'm sorry. Thank you for everything you ever did for me. There is really no other words to say except for that I love you and thanks.