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Author of Perception.

Everybody wants to be the author of perception.

The way you see life, the way it should be done, the rules to be kept, and those to be broken and those that can only be bent.

With enough courage, hope and sometimes nativity, some will give it a try.

But as every journey that starts out in the dark towards the light, it soon becomes revealed that in fact, somebody else has already done the writing.

That’s when others admit that this is God’s world and his way is to go.

Then others see also that the Albert Einsteins, Platos, Hitlers and Musks have done it before.

And that’s when it becomes important for one to educate himself if he’s going to at least learn how to thread on the foundations that have already been laid.

And that’s why when I write:

– I’m writing the raw me;

-Hoping that this is the real me;

-And praying that time waits for the finished me.

I’m writing my excuses. “I haven’t done this much yet because I think this bit here is important to grasp first.”

I’m writing my motivations. “My efforts will show, my patience will grow, I’ve planted the seeds and laid my bed, and I’ve bought the stove that will bake our bread.”

I’m writing my fears. “I’m afraid that I gave myself the medal before I ran the race and now I might never win because I started my celebrations before I encountered my opposition.”

I’m writing my resume:

Sending it out where I wish I could be – leaving it where I might have to settle for compromise – tearing it up at the first sign of rejection – gluing it together again when I rediscover my passion.

Man I wish I could come up with something that will be worth:

Reading

Pleading

Leading

And when it cuts and hurts, something that was worth the bleeding.

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Not for want of wanting.

Feeling good about yourself is Great.

Wanting to feel good about yourself is not.

Because it’s in the wanting that you find that something is missing, the abyss and the lack of the goodness.

So are we going to live in want, or need?

Oh, that’s when we become the needy – needing handouts, approval, opportunities and our dreams to come alive.

But if feeling good is really what we’re willing to be, then we’re going to have to make these things happen.

It’s when we’re going to have to push at the obstacle to get the stone rolling, and it’s the rolling stone that gathers no moss.

It’s the sacrifice of the little things that don’t really matter for the sake of the grand achievements that give us purpose.

It’s the fight against the me of yesterday, today, for tomorrow.

Okay, enough talk, let’s get to it then.

Fin.

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Long before Man…

Did you know?

That, long before Man was, there lived and still lives – an abundant and intelligent being like no other ever since.

We say ever since, because there is no knowing what other kind of magnificent beings might have existed before our subject matter.

But there lived a population of the being that is now known most commonly as “Alien.”

Either way, the aliens, you see…

They lived in a world that was a lot like ours. They were just as intelligent as we are, and I say that in our favor and in risk of leaving them offended.

They developed new technologies. They build cities, created lifestyles and developed economies that would keep them entertained and “playing” together fairly in their adult years, as they had once done as children.

They created competition to find out who was better than whom, who had more or less, and who had the most luck or the flavour of the gods on his side.

They followed and led each other. They ran from danger and chased down their victims. They lived life to its fullest.

In time, they became faced with the same problems that we humans now find ourselves faced with –

-Pollution.

-Over-crowdedness

-Food shortages

-etc.

They struggled with this for a very long time.

They explored the oceans. They explored the skies.

They watered the deserts and planted their seas.

They did almost everything possible to change their environment in order for it to better suit them and continue to accommodate all of them and their growing quantities.

And at the same time, they were faced with wars, all kinds of them:

-those that they started

-those started against them

-And those that they started amongst each other.

One day, to cut the story short, someone came up with a solution that could fix all of their problems.

There were too many of them for their worlds to hold them,

there were too many of them abusing their worlds’ resources, and

They were so big that they were easily spotted by any or all of their potential enemies.

So, they decided to shrink themselves to microscopic sizes in order for them to require much less from their environment, much less room needed to separate them from each other, and they were now too small for their enemies to find them.

Morden day Earthlings are such enemies.

And that is why we have not been able to find signs of any other forms of life out there in space blah blah blah.

Fin.

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Within US.

It seems like we are always looking for that which is within us.

So, we’re not even looking, more like we’re being lured.

The heart is the magnet, attracting love if that’s what’s inside – but mostly bitterness from times I could not forgive.

The mind, the great city walls – welcoming friends and keeping out foes – but woe to me when I found out that I had befriended pain, mistrust and the weakness of pride.

Perhaps the walls should go down, and the city be demolished, and it’s people destroyed – so that there may be a new foundation. A new way of thinking. A new birth within.

It starts with this realization.

The need to become what I want to achieve.

To open my eyes to the realities.

And allow myself to be led, not lured.

No longer blurred by self-centeredness.

But become from within, something worth searching for.

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Towards the light/Curiosity killed the cat.

There was a time not so long ago when I suddenly became intrigued by the idea of lucid dreaming.

I think I had then recently watched the movie Inception and I thought perhaps, if I could stay awake while I dreamt, maybe there I could chase God or find truth.

One night I planned to stay up all night to study and so I made a late cup of coffee. It’s always the best time to indulge in these drugs when they’re still new to your body.

I drank the cup, but failed to stay up. And as I listened to a C.S Lewis audio-book on YouTube half-awake, I began to see a beautiful blue light with no end.

My body felt, or I dreamt that it felt as though I was floating, and then I began to float into the light.

What an exciting feeling it was, at the beginning when I just wanted to feel what comes next.

But as the light moved faster behind me, a sudden fear came upon me. I started to feel as though I was now falling beyond my limits and though I was still intrigued, it felt as if whatever was to come next, I was not ready to see.

I then simultaneously closed and opened my eyes. The former in the dream and the latter as I woke…

The relief of normality as though I had just been through a nightmare. Perhaps I was… But man, I think I know now, how curiosity can kill a cat.

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Standard.

Hey, why are we only allowed to look back?

When we do, and we see bad, we get depressed.

When we do and see good, they call it pride.

Why can’t we look forward?

’cause when you do and see bad you get anxious – But if it’s good they’ll say “delusion”.

Uhm, so what should we look at now?

We’re well fed, yet still sad, and yet still, glad.

Man, what’s with all this confusion?

Started with the puzzles when we were six… And now a devil is flooding us with treats and tricks.

Or so I have heard. Hey, apparently I’m fighting an invisible battle. Apparently we’re now fighting the Crowned Prince himself…

Yeah, so much confusion. So many lost lives. So many scared wives. So many scared Kings, and Queens and Ministers behind masks…

Okay enough of blurred remarks:

I’m getting so big for the place I’m standing in that I’m afraid I need to quickly find my next spot.

But fear is for the weak, and as weak as I can be, I hate it and I’m still willing to put a fight.

As I walk into this darkness I hope I’ll keep my charm and my calm and bring forth to the front now, everything I’ve learnt because WOW.

I hate looking forward because it makes me feel small, but as I write this, I hope I’ll leave these silly truths here because I’ve got to write my path and through the dark, there’ll shine a star, then another, and more, until the sun comes around.

Another day that I’m looking forward to, and today one I’ll look back at, and there and then I’ll meet the Standard.

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No party.

A little rain never hurt nobody.

The bigger rain drowned somebody.

A stomach pain kinda hurt my body.

A stubborn brain really broke somebody.

A steaming train quickly moved my buddy.

A wretched chain slowly choked my puppy.

And now I train to really be somebody, but all I gain is another used up hobby and then again, I drain my power just to end up paying for this messed up body… For all is vain and life ain’t no party.

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No good.

I just received a thought about a type of person who is better off in his head.

The type of person who would be happy to win a single dollar’s worth of lottery money.

“Because a win is a win and I’ve won so I’m in.”-type of person.

I think I might be that type of person. But I wouldn’t like to find out it that is true…

But if I could think my way out of normality, maybe I’d actually like society.

There is a type of “perfectionist” or maybe narcissist, who wishes he could love himself and have you do the same.

She didn’t really like the way you did certain things, but now that you’re gone, she can’t seem to forget all the good that you were.

But you know you weren’t good. Everybody knows you weren’t good. Even I had to convince her to give you many chances to be good, I doubt you ever did…

Yet, now that you’re gone and you simply can’t do no more wrong.

She’s this narcissist – in her own head. She wants to own your memory. She wants to be the one who loved you to death. She thinks she loved you ’til you could do no more wrong.

And I’m this narcissist that read her mind. I knew her moves before she did. I thought your death would do her good…

But now I see you’re just no good.

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Fate makers…welcome.

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It has been a beautiful journey on Forgotten Magic: Infinite Passion…That is the name which my most frequent readers have grown to associate with this young law student who just never seems to ever finish being a “law student”…well, don’t you worry, I will be finishing soon enough.

But while we wait for fate to complete the work the work that she started in that front, there is the here and the now.

When I do finally walk out of this university, I will leave with much more than a law degree. I will leave with the feelings, the bleeding, the reeling and the pealing off of that naïve adolescent mindset that I arrived with.

I will also leave with this blog. At no point growing up did I ever think I would ever consider myself as something resembling an “author” -WOW!

A “writer” – shooo! A “blogger” – damn!

That is the power of change and transition. This blog has helped me spill the beans on myself countless times, while also helping me impress some of my peers and also meet some really awesome “strangers” from around the world and it has been great.

But now is another hour for transition. I started with the previous post “Invest in Yourself” and now I would like to announce that I will now be operating this blog under the name Fate Makers: in person.

Fate Makers comes after I have not been able to write anything on a personal or creative front for months. And that is because I have taken the time to step back and ask myself what exactly all of these ideas actually mean to me.

I certainly cannot lie about this. I have been told and I have also developed the belief that I have been given everything in this world to succeed, to become wise, and to make something that I can be happy with when I look back this blog for the last time. Whenever that will be.

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