Disposables.

There's no special award for taking your last breath in this life without a single cut or bruise upon your body, or a single question in your heart as to whether you did the right things or not. Life puts us in question, and struggling with those questions is part of why we're here.

There's too no prize to the individual who allows naivety to best oneself. Nor to the gullible mind that is open to manipulation. Or to the simpleton whom allows oneself to be used and exploited.

Above all, guard thy heart, for it affects everything we do.

What maketh a man.

What maketh the man. Pain? Pleasure? Achievements? Riches?

 
Of birth and death, the hospital.
Its forlorn wards beckon, its assortment of treatment mind-boggling and overwhelming.
It pains to see how diseases wears the person from the inside.
Even the strongest do fall; disease, it consumes the individual.
First physical impairment, then it eats at your will to live. You're left nothing but a shell of your former self.
I dislike the hospital. And yet I've frequented it so much recently, it's became a routine.
When the day this routine breaks.. Sigh.
Let this be painless.

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At times, scarred heavily and battle weary, we're afraid to take steps forward.
Apprehensive that things wouldn't go as wish, that things would go wrong, that the stabbing pain of the unhealed wound would once again, tear at you.
I've been asked the same question by different people, but my answer hasn't changed. 'I'm afraid.'

Band Aids and Broken Hearts.

 To the weak, that is. You're strong, ya know.

Sometimes we just wonder, what we should be feeling at a point in time. 

When you're conflicted, your heart tells you something, your brain, otherwise.

To have these two tectonic plates violently clashing, culmination of which - unbearable emotions.

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To: This ill friend of mine.

Life isn't what we want it at times.
The good times, they were really great, weren't they?
So don't look only at the bad, yeah? Though it must really have been unbearable. Sigh.
Well, I'm sure there were really special moments, unique to you, and only you.
So much so, that any other bystander could only dream of having them.
Relish in it, learn from it, and hopefully, just hopefully, try as best not to repeat it.
That's just my opinion; after-all, I really am in no position to comment.

But it's the least of hopes, that I'd at least made your day just that little more cheery.
Get well soon. (:

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Kate Voegele
You Can't Break A Broken Heart

Won't be so easy,
This time to hurt me
You can try, and this time, oh baby, there are no tears left here to dry
If you think you can wound me like before, if you think you can do that anymore
Wont get to far, no

You can't break a broken heart, so try your best now baby
Try your best to break me, you can't break a broken heart
No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now, you can't break what broke apart
There's nothing you can do to me no more
You can't break a broken heart

Hurt me before now,
Wont hurt no more now
Not this time
You might do better messin' with someone else's mind
Cause your not gonna break me down again
Your done and through with me the way you did
Its gone to far

And you can't break a broken heart, so try your best now baby
Try your best to break me, you can't break a broken heart
No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now, you can't break what broke apart
There's nothing you can do to me no more
You can't break a broken heart

So don't gaze to your time
Your time has come and gone
What are you here for?
You can't hurt me anymore

So try your best now baby, try your best to break me
You can't break a broken heart
No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now
You can't break what broke apart
There's nothing you can do to me no more
You can't break a broken heart

So try your best now baby, try your best to break me
You can't break a broken heart
No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now
You can't break what broke apart
There's nothing you can do to me no more
You can't break a broken heart
Break a broken heart

I found it rather apt. Dwell, but no too long. In this sense too, I'd hope you'd get well soon. ;D
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Untruths.

The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, what we think.

We do this because we're afraid. -Richard Bach

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Present, Past, Perfect.
To lie, to have lied, to lie.

Lies; An untruthful statement.
The fundamental constitution of the human psyche.

We inundate ourselves with impeccable lies, reason being?
Comfort, sense of security, to ignore, to obscure partial truth in desperate bids of preventing harm.

Lying to oneself, lying to others. Lying to protect, lying to assure. Lying for a myriad of different reasons.
Sad thing is, it'll never go far; it risks self-implosion, having snowballed having been repeated again and again.
It doesn't change any fact, that what's gone, is gone; what's over, is over; what cannot be unchanged, remains unchanged, finalized, set in stone.

We fear we will not find, what we ultimately desire for, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. We fear that if we do not have possess this desire or goal, we will be unhappy.” 

Lie not, to one adept at bending the truth. He'll smell you out in an instant. Simply, be you. Why not? Hah.

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A Minister was walking down the street when he came upon a group of about a dozen boys, 

all of them between 10 and 12 years of age. The group had surrounded a dog. Concerned lest 

the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked "What are you doing with that dog?"
 

One of the boys replied, "This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but 

only one of us can take him home. So we've decided that whichever one of us can tell the 

biggest lie will get to keep the dog." 

Of course, the reverend was taken aback. "You boys shouldn't be having a contest telling lies!"

he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon against lying, beginning, "Don't you 

boys know it's a sin to lie," and ending with, "Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie."
  
There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he'd 

gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh and said,

 "All right, give him the dog." 

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Tu ne porteras point de faux témoignage à moi-même, encore une fois.

A listening ear always helps.
A teacher; a friend; an online journal, private to all but oneself. Anything.
Thou shalt not bear false witness to thyself, again.
Dankë ;D

Inceptiōn.

Every breath, every ebb and flow, births with it - life.

Every leap of faith, the commencement of something untested, something new. 

A beginning, an inception.

How I'd love to lay back, and take a breather.

Far away from this incessant chatter, far away from civilization.

Perhaps I'd lie in the wide expanses of meadows, smell the flowers, feel the breeze gently on the skin, bask in the warmth of the summer sun.

Or perhaps I'll stroll down sandy beaches, hear, feel the crash of the waves over my feet, admire the sunset; pick up a conch, hear the whisperings of the water, be at ease.

Or maybe, I'd stand atop a craggy precipice, and holler out my troubles to the wind, hoping, hoping that it'd be heard.

But alas, naught but wishes. Only 'perhaps', nothing more, nothing else.

I need something to keep me going. Down this path, down this road. Just a little something.

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And today, I'll make a small wish, and hopefully, just hopefully, years after inception, it'll finally be realized.
But for that, work I have to, work I will. Aye. Go, Jonathan.

Borrowed Time.

Time, or what's left, of it.

Fleeting moments, ever eluding; slipping, just out of reach.

Rend, and tear the heart asunder;
Overwhelm the tiny, palpitating vessel that which bears all emotion, little or large.
The poisoned heart grieves. Crystalline tears, unshed.
For all the off chord harmonies that life had to offer, loves, works,
Swept away it is, like the lone fishing trailer in a magnificent storm out at sea.
Off to nothingness, beyond the void.
What is birthed, returns, to the earth, eventually.





The dying heart weeps.
May this passing come, painlessly.

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The hospital ward's a forlorn place.
It's something, I'd never would, or want to, get used with.

Untitled.

"Time is priceless, but it’s free. You can’t own it, you can use it. You can spend it, but you can’t keep it. Once you’ve lost it, you can never get it back." -The Time Traveller's Wife.

Things that stand out. The most simple, that require the longest of time; to realize, to understand, to appreciate. Things, close to your heart. (: