Pilate asks Jesus “What is Truth?” Jesus answers Pilate’s question with silence.
I always find this fascinating. Did his silence mean that the Truth was out there for us to find? Or did it mean that there is no Truth after all, but mere perceptions? Well, we are to ask ourselves and others the same question. What is Truth? Is it something that has been proved? But then, simply because it hasn’t been proved to be true, doesn’t mean it isn’t the Truth. And yet, again, when I use the word “Truth”, I ask myself again and again what Pilate asked Jesus. And again and again, I answer myself in silence. By remaining in the Darkness, the Silence, are we lying to ourselves? Are we in a cage, not knowing all the time that we have the key? We may never know the Truth, never. Maybe we will eventually come to know that we’ve been lied to all our lives when we cross over to the other side. So, till I finally know what the Truth is, and whether it really exists, I will answer the question in silence. But this time, it will mean that I’m waiting to realize that the key is still in my hands.
I'd dance my way to heaven if I could.
Michael Jackson Star Shrine Hollywood Boulevard
I'd rather be a great dancer than a great singer because, I love watching people dance and I absolutely love watching videos of Michael Jackson, so this time if I'd be the one dancing like there are no bones in me, it'd be very interesting I think. I'd like to dance for 24 hours straight and break a world record and then dance my way to supporting causes. If there was one place I'd like to perform, then it'd be Hollywood Boulevard. Much like the video of "Hollywood Tonight", I'd like to dance on Michael Jackson's star. And remember and honor him for who he was and who he is and who he will be for the future generations to come. I think he changed the face of Pop culture entirely, always saying "Don't stop till you get enough".
“When the world comes to an end, this is what shall be played. Mankind, for a brief second will as one, look to the heavens. Some will pray, some will sing, others will hold the one they love, but for a single second in time we, as one will unite under the banner of stars that surround us. 12 billion eyes will focus, 12 billion eyes shall close and for eternity we shall be known as a mankind that when in our darkest hour we could become one and accept our place, but as one mind, one body one soul”
I found this comment on a video by Paul Collier on YouTube. I was deeply moved by Paul’s music. People think of making money in as many ways as possible, have a Lamborghini, A million $$ to spend and stuff like that. But what if in a while, all that’s never going to matter? What if the world is going to end tomorrow? Will the money matter anymore? Will the Lamborghini matter anymore?
If the world is going to end tomorrow, I shall remember what a random person in the world said. Though I’ve spoken against mankind many times in the past, when I read what Raifukumaru said, it wasn’t hard for me to imagine mankind joining their hands as one in their darkest hour, being there for each other , looking up at the sky. Though we’re born as one, and die as one, in that one last moment, what better way to die than to die knowing that 12 billion hands are holding yours. And what better way to die than to die knowing that “mankind that when in its darkest hour could become one and accept its place, but as one mind, one body one soul”
And I’ll say to myself, “I’ve had one hell of a ride.”
Topic by Daily Post :
List of things that keep me up at night:
1. My thoughts
2. The daily barking of a dog outside my house
3. My Life
4. What’s on TV right now
5. Conan O’Brien
6. My Insomnia
Bonus Topic by Daily Post:
List of things that makes me forget what keeps me up at night:
1. My family
2. My friends
3. A cup of Coffee
Topic by Daily Post:
Daily post said : You can always write about how you write. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to become a writer. But, most importantly, I wanted to write. Honestly speaking, writing really made my Life worth living, made my Life interesting. After all, writing is another form of expressing. Through writing, I’ve learnt that you needn’t always use your voice to voice your opinion. I remember the first time I read “Alice in Wonderland” , I was 10 years old and even back then, the character of Mad Hatter fascinated me. Mad Hatter, to me, represented human emotions. Every time he put on a different hat, it seemed like he was expressing a new feeling. And I can remember how amazed I was because I was thinking “How come humans can express so many feelings?” That’s when the screen on my “looking glass” changed. I began to see things in a whole new perspective. Every time I faced an absurd situation in Life, I would pick up the book and just start reading it. And I think that’s what the book taught me. That’s what the story taught me. An absurd situation in your Life can help you gain more wisdom than a normal one.
So, every time I think of the characters in the story, that’s what inspires me to write. That’s what tells me that no matter how many surprises Life has in store for you- Good or Bad- if you look at it through the looking glass, you’ll find out that – Life is Wonderful.
“In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream-
Lingering in the golden gleam-
Life, what is it but a dream?”
— Lewis Carroll (Through The Looking Glass)
Mad Hatter :"Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?" Alice:"Why is it?" Mad Hatter: "I have no idea
I was inspired by Cory William and a post by Nandita Prakash to ask myself a question “Why am I here?” I’d very much like to know the reason why I’m here. In the world. Without the answer to my question I feel like I am a nomad. I feel like i’m just wandering without any reason. Why do I wake up every morning and sleep every night only to wake up again to the same world? Same Life? Same people? We go about our daily lives just going about our daily lives. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time when I did something for the first time. I can’t remember the last time I tried to figure out my Life. But I guess that’s how it is meant to be. I guess all that is a part of a bigger plan that the supreme power has in store for me. I may not know what that is, and I think we just, sort of, know what it is at the right time, at the right moment what our purpose in Life is. We all want to aim high, reach for the stars, we want to become Doctors, Lawyers, Engineers so and so, but have we ever, even once, want to become mere humans? Have we even tried to become humans? I mean, yes, we are humans, speaking literally, but is it all that there is to the word “Human”? “Human” is what i’ll try to be till I know my real purpose in Life. “Human” is what i’ll try to be till I know why I am here. And I don’t want to know what the exact answer will be to my question. I’ll just wake up every morning, sleep every night, survive another day, live my Life and dream, till I know the answer. Till then, I’ll dream of a world where there’s no violence, hatred, destruction or injustice. A world where you know who you are. A world where you know why you are there. A world, where, when one asks you “Who are you?’ You answer ” I am Human.”
I just found this video on YouTube today. Its called “Billie Jean is waiting” by Henry Gorman- a tribute to Michael Jackson. Beautifully sung, every line made a tear fall from my eyes. Sometimes, I just feel like he’s still in the world. Sometimes, I feel like the burial never happened, like the day never came when I was too shocked to move when I heard the news. And sometimes, I wish it could stay that way. I wish that feeling could remain forever. Like he’s still in Neverland, playing with his children and telling them about the boy that never wanted to grow up. I remember watching the interview where Martin Bashir meets Michael Jackson- when he told him that he wanted to be like Peter Pan. And every single time I picture that scene in my mind- Michael climbing the tree….” I never want to grow up” .. “I want to be like Peter Pan”.. reality hits me hard. And sometimes even when I know that he’s no more, I feel happy for him. I feel happy because I guess he is in a much better place. I don’t know whether its heaven or its simply the place where one goes between two births. I couldn’t care less. I just know that its a much safer place than this world. No wars, hatred, violence. Its what he wanted the world to be like.
Now, when I listen to the song, I realize that he’s still here. I realize that he can never be gone. He can never be gone unless he’s forgotten. And that’s something that will never happen.
This post made me roflmao. :=D Pretty good one. Do check it out :)
via Mitch Wiggains.net
Like Michael Jackson, John F Kennedy, Tupac Shakur and many others, Martin Luther King Jr. is my hero. He has inspired millions of people around the world- not only Americans and Africans- but people all over the planet. Today, when I listen to his speeches on racism, love, hate and peace, it makes me feel sad. It makes me hate the world sometimes. It makes me think “What is wrong with the world?” . It makes me think “Where is the love?” The world would be a better place if nobody hated. The world would be a better place if more people thought like him. The world would be a better place if there aren’t so many lies covering the truth. We live in challenging times. And it just isn’t a matter of who’s going to survive. Its the matter of who’s going to live. Sadly, not many people know the difference between surviving and living. I never could tell the difference between the both till a dew days ago. The moment I heard Martin Luther King Jr. say the words “I have a dream”, I knew what I wanted from my Life. The real purpose of my Life may not be clear to me yet, but lets leave that to tomorrow. What I wanted from today, I knew. I said to myself “I am going to live everyday. Not merely survive it”.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness. Only Light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out Hate. Only Love can do that.