Blessed or Cursed?

Fanaticism. A blessing or a curse?

Mankind has seen more than its fair share of zealots in its entire history. Such people are either celebrated, or cursed due to their overwhelming devotion to their beliefs.

Famous men such as Adolf Hitler, Osama Bin Laden, Vlad Tepes and other equally self-righteous leaders of their kind. Men whose ferocious demeanor and self-imbued pillars of strength and beliefs enable them to change the world.

They attempted to enfoce their points of views upon the rest of the world. These men; These leaders brought about change through their power of will and unwavering beliefs. Be it to religion(example being Osama) or the self (Adolf Hitler) and even moral traits (Vlad Tepes). Granted the changes they made were rather unpleasant or even down right gruesom to some. Yet these fanatical men were driven onwards by their wholehearted beliefs like rivers of molten lava spewing forth from the boiloing mouth of Krakatoa. Nothing short of death itself could staunch their movements.

They had faith on their side. They believed that they were right. And for their cause they would fight. Had they the right?

You decide.

Osama:

He incited a world-wide movement to go to war against the enemies of muslim men and women. In particular the U.S.A. He refused to give in to the lies as well as oppressive actions of the U.S.A against his country and people. Osama fought to free his people and bring forth the name of his country and religion. He wanted to prove hmself strong and capable. Not just that, the man believed he was fighting in the name of God. He termed it "Jihad". Or as christians would call it, a "crusade". With God on your side and goodness as your blade, how could you lose the war?

An overzealous man driven not only by faith but also vengeance. Am I right?

Vlad Tepes:

He was a man of unwavering moral backing. His word was law and his law was to be upheld at all costs.

No room was given for mistakes to be made by men and sin was punishable by death through impalement. Extreme? Perhaps. But such extremity also led to a greatly upheld sense of value and morality which few would dare to break.

Was he really doing too much and being too harsh? Or are we too soft and corrupt?

Adolf Hitler:

Great was his belief in the greatness of the Aryan race. He believed that the world itself belonged to the Germans. That they were deserving of all greatness.

This had led to the second world war. His fanatic belief in his country's righteousness and power led them to greatness and down in history. Of course, the cost of this was the lives of millions.

Or was it just greed and megalomania? Who's to know?

The zeal that these men as well as many others like them bring is enormous. And the changes they've wrought is equally astounding. Beyond that, these men were doing the right thing. Even when faced with overwhelming odds and not to mention disapproval from the majority around them, they stood. They stood firm and brought forth their brand of righteousness.

One which was rejected by the rest of the world.

Could you imagine having so much strength and faith in what you believe in? To have so little doubt in yourself or your belief that you become an impregnable force of change to last through the ages.

These men did. Were they blessed, or accursed?

Beautiful...

Beauty.

What is beautiful is pleasing to the eyes, pleasant to the touch and refreshing to the nose to smell.

That which brings a smile to your face and lights up your heart, is the beautiful.

The soft wafting scent of a rose caressing your skin. The barely audible sigh of the breeze flowing among its ich, vibrant petals. And the dance of the roses in their bright explosion of colors; Orange, red, yellow, white, lavender. All of them upon a carpet of green.

Isn't that just beautiful?

The reflection of the setting sun slowly sinking in the wide expanse of bright blue waters. Its golden orange glows setting your heart ablaze with a kind of indescribable peace and warmth. The soft luminous bellies of the clouds as the warm rays of the sun bounced off them, hypnotising you, lulling you to sleep.

Isn't it a beautiful dusk?

The sleek sensual curves of a woman. The way the candle light illumines her gyrating body and highlights her every move. How her hips sway you into a trance and her sultry succulent lips call out your name with such seductive softness. Her hair, flowing in volumnous waves down to her shoulders, bouncing slowly, softly. And how she bats her eyes at you, arousing all your deepest desires. And to top it all off, simply look into her deep blue eyes. How they seem to seep right into your sould and seize your heart, enrapturing you and trapping you in her thrall.

Wasn't all that just beautiful?

The pure sharp ring of steel that echoes in the night air as you draw a sword from its sheath. The crystalline sparkle of the smooth steel flat of the blade as the moonlight shines down upon it. Runic markings etched upon the blade with clear masterful craftsmanship beyond description. An air of noble greatness and superiority surrounds you as you wield this amazing creation of the blacksmith. The dense weight of steel that extends forth from your hands, a makr of commanding power, a source of ecstacy. And how snugly its handle fits into your hands, its leather binds a welcome cushion upon your grip.

The beautiful invention of medieval mankind.

The sleek aerodynamic curves of a car. Shining smooth paintjob gleaming as it swiftly streaks off into the sunset. Accompanying the passage of this marvel of modern engineering is the powerful constant purring of its thrity-two horsepower engine. You could hear those pistons pumping and the fan spinning as well as those gears running under the flaming red head of this chariot of the twentieth century. Such greatness. Such beauty.

After all that, let me ask you:

What is beautiful?

My heart

Sometimes you are not there

I look for you everywhere

Only to find your cold distant stare

And I ask myself, is this fair?



Pushed aside and replaced

Still I long to see your face

So I tried to remain in your grace

Straining to smile i my emotional haze



Yet you don't seem to care

You never have enough time to spare

Too busy with all your friends

And all your other working plans



Where am I in all of this?

Why leave me out to freeze?

Are you hoping to let me leave?

If not then give me some reprieve



Come back to me

Make things the way it used to be

Won't you set my heart free?

Please answer my pleas



Still only silence

Your love no longer holds its essence

All I feel is remembrance

A sticky melancholic cadence



Won't you come back?

Bring to me your smile

Chase away my pains

And never let me cry again



In silence we hurt. In absence we long. Sometimes we're noticed, sometimes we're not. In the end, the heart will know where it belongs. Listen to its tears and you'll find your answer. When you find where your heart lies, stay true to it.

Once..

A boy there once had been

An asian, malay, only a teen

Caught between tradition and trend

Tribulations abound this boy turning man



Dictations of religion did he follow

Yet just the same did the rules he forgo

Prayers he did for goodness and acceptance

Into drunken stupor did he also trance



This was a boy in search for love

From a family that was too busy to know

From friends who could not understand

As well as society that did not comprehend



Lo a rebel!

A brat to be despised

Behold societal trash

This boy should just die!



Words of those who understood not

They spoke of which they knew naught

Of them he held hatred as they did him

Disrespect them he did as they did him



None understood this lonely boy

Those who tried could only sympathise

He needed none of them

Accept he would none of them



Parents tried to reach for him

Elders pestered to guide him

Friends engaged to lure him

Who should he follow?



There once had been a boy

And a confused boy was he

Harm

Harm. Wherein lies the root of it? What hurts a man? What hurts a woman? What hurts you?

The definition of pain: Punishment.

What is it? What is the spark of it? Is it an ecstacy or a tearful cry for equilibium?

Pain, a necessity of change. No growth could amount to greatness without crashing into a form of destruction or another. The brighter the flames that burn, of greater volume will the ashes of change be.

Thus, pain is a goodness? Harm is good? No. That cannot be right. Harm is detrimental to the overall health and well-being. How could such negativity be a good?

Harm equals an end result to an action. A sword wound is harm to the human body. An exploded building foundation is harm to the structue. An oil spill harm to the environment.

That which is harmful ultimately weakens a person o entity. A cut on the arm renders it powerless. A battered foundation sends a building crumbling. An oil spill kills coral reefs and tears the ocean apart.

In other words, harm ultimately leads to destruction.

Is harm a necessity? Why do we hurt? Why must there be pain?

Picture perfection,. A world wherein all things retain their invulnerability to physical harm.

Imagine an invincible body immune to disease and hurts. What a blessing would that be?!

Free from pain, suffering and physical pain. Such freedom would be a blessing indeed, wouldn't it?

Such an existence would lead to a life without pain. A life without fear. No fear of death, hurts or suffering.

What would life be like without these sharp, burning jolts of pain or dull throbbing aches? If the punch of a bullet couldn't pierce your skin and the bang of a hammer send no bursts of pain to your body, what would you feel?

How would you like to be the man of steel?

Such a possibility leaves much room for the imagination does it not? No more limitations.

With the removal of the chance for harm and pain, so too are restrictions erased. No feelings, no fear, no weakness.

What kind of world would we live in if everyone was born invincible? Imagine.

Is harm an ultimate necessity? Should we celebrate its existence or loath its being here?

Try to picture what you would have become had you not experienced a single pain or loss in all your life. Would you be the way you are now? Or would you be somewhat different?

Do scars make you who you are or do they only break you apart from the person that you need to be?

Mysterious Future

Bewildering is it not?

How time moves

The way moments meld

Where present transits

And past merely melts



Us, chasing the infinite

Striving to catch it

Racing for every second

Hoping not to lose

Though there is little else to gain



The material is temporary

Emotions are temperamental

Memories will be forgotten

And duties are empty without reason

Reason itself cannot be scrutinised



What is there to gain?

What do we grow into?

Where-in lies maturity?

How do we know?

Questions, questions, questions.



Every action executed

All the leaps in knowledge

The discovery of religion

Each individual mileage

A void of mere passage



Capture the moment

Read the journey

Record history's passing

Find a containment for time

Redeem the flowing seconds



What will you find in the sands

Cloaked in a crystal hourglass

Bearing raiment of gold

The secrets of the philosopher's stone