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Nothing Is Static

Symbols Of Love

As human beings, when we fall into love, we search endlessly for symbols of it. We turn to the time-honored traditions thereof, roses, diamonds, candies and cards in an endless bid to find something, anything, that can fully express what we feel. We hope that, even if but for a fleeting moment, that something we hold can express what tomes of poetry and years and millenia of modern romance has never been able to touch.

This quest pushes us to do strange and desperate things. In such a commercialized society, we spend billions of dollars buying jewelry, gifts and trinkets in a bid to express our love. We spend countless paychecks, work second jobs and put untold amounts of strain on ourselves just to prove our feelings through material things.

The dirty secret of it all though is that love has no symbols. It is something that, by its very nature, defies all symbolism, especially with material possessions. The rich feel love no differently than the poor and the wealthy suffer no less from heartbreak than the destitute. Love does not discriminate on money and, in fact, tends to skip over those who rely on their finances to make their feelings known.

The only symbols of love are all elements of love, tiny glimpses into the emotion itself, mere glimmers of light reflected off of the sea of emotion. A tender kiss, a long goodbye, a heartfelt look, a content sigh and a soft touch are far more symbols of love than any diamond or flower ever could be.

For anyone with enough time or money can buy a rose or a diamond, only love can create those little moments that remind you how real it is. However, those who are living it often grow deaf to those special moments, especially as advertisers beat down their door with a more commercialized version of love.

Soon, love no longer feels like love and the quest for something timeless makes what’s had look worn and gray. Because we obsess so much about expressing our love and focus so little on living it and cultivating it, it withers and dies. It’s like talking to a flower while it’s rotting away in darkness, love doesn’t need to know how you feel, it just needs some light to let it grow.

So, if you have someone special, take some time tonight or soon, not to tell them how you feel, but to enjoy being in love, to be together, hold one another and just get caught up in the moment without a rose, a diamond or a word between you. Don’t worry about what will become of it, don’t even think about the future, the problems you two face or how you can express your feelings, enjoy the moment, enjoy that night.

Because, not only do we not know what tomorrow brings, but there are countless souls who can’t share a moment like that. They either haven’t found someone to love or are apart from them. No matter the reason though, it means you have to cherish your gift that much more and need to put that much more into it to make it grow.

Simply put, when you have a society so obsessed with money, the little things can easily be overlooked. We can not take them for granted and we must make them a priority. Because, no matter how quickly we look past them in our every day lives, the second they’re gone, they leave a hole that can never truly be filled. For what was once held and ripped away can never be fully reclaimed- no matter how many times we move on, no matter how many years go by and no matter how many millions make.

It’s a bitter fact of life, but one of the few that can easily be avoided if one is willing to work.

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The Darkest Hours

There are times when the world is just too much. When fate, fortune and the will of man all turn against us and the deck is simply stacked too deep for us to come out ahead. These are times when a stiff upper lip and a drive to push on simply aren�t enough. These are times of desperation, of hopelessness and of isolation.

Many turn to their faith, hoping and praying for relief, others reflect within, searching for answers within themselves when none can be found in the world around them. But no matter where you turn or where you look, you always learn about yourself and, in that small regard, our darkest times can be turned into our most valuable asset.

For when we�re just going about our lives, we�re practically standing still. We�re not changing or making any effort to improve, we�re simply drifting. With shifts happening over months and years and little idea where we�re going, just a vague idea of where we�ve been, we learn nothing and grow little.

The moments that move us not only change us, but show us the direction that we�re heading. For the first times in our lives, we see who we really are, what we�re becoming and are given the power to change it. Through the tears, pain and loss comes a sense of opportunity, a chance to rebuild, to improve and to grow.

In the long run, we are defined more by our dark times than the times we were just surviving. Our darkest hours are the ones that cast the sharpest contrast on our life, change us the most and make us who we are.

Though that doesn�t reduce the sting of those times when we�re in the thick of them, nor is it meant to, it means that there is always hope, a chance for a brighter future and better days. For no destruction takes place without presenting and opportunity for recreation and no dark times can pass without providing valuable lessons and a chance to become something stronger.

So yes, right now we need to cry our tears and mourn our losses. Yes, we need to deal with the tragedies that have surrounded us and cope the best that we can. But through it all, we must remember that the future is being written today, even as history is being destroyed.

Finally, we must remember that when we emerge from these times, no matter when that is, we�ll all be changed people, wiser, stronger and with a new understanding of who we are. We must use that to work toward creating a better future, a greater tomorrow.

That�s the only way to ensure that what was lost hasn�t perished in vain and the only way to paint a picture of our lives defined not by the darkest hours, but by the lessons learned from them.

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The rights of One

There's an old saying that states if one person's rights and freedoms are trampled with impunity, then no one's rights are safe. If we, as a society, stand idly by and let freedoms be desecrated, then we're all just standing in line to have our rights revoked next. In such a land, no man is truly free, instead, we’re all just living off of borrowed time.

The idea is that we're supposed to stand up for the rights of others, including those we don't know and don't agree with, to protect our own liberties in the face of oppression. Though it’s definitely a significant and noble concept that has an importance which can not be understated, the notion has a flip side that's seldom explored and, sadly, often ignored.

For, if we have an obligation to stand up for the rights of others, it is equally important that we stand up for our own. After all, how can we ever hope to effectively stand up for strangers if we refuse to do so for ourselves. Worse still, how can we ever hope to enjoy our rights when we refuse to play an active role in protecting them.

Yet how many times have we taken a wrongdoing simply because we don't want to deal with it, we don't feel like fighting or it's just plain easier to let it go? Even though we all have to pick our battles, it never ceases to amaze me how many people refuse to stand up for themselves, even though their rights are directly tied to the freedoms of everyone around them.

A lot of this is because we're in a society that values selflessness and frowns upon anything perceived as being selfish. We want people to keep their heads down, be quiet and roll with the punches. We look at society as a machine and we don't want anything to interfere with its workings.

However, we quickly forget that injustice rarely stops at one person and that by protecting our rights, we can protect the rights of others as well. After all, if we don't stop the infringement, it will just continue to roll on through to the next person and the next, until someone stands up to it.

Sometimes the more selfless thing to do is to stand up for ourselves, to put forth the effort in protecting ourselves from an injustice to prevent it from happening to anyone else. Sometimes the effort we spend fighting for our own rights can save countless others from a similar fate.

So yes, we must stand up for others whenever possible, we must defend the rights of those we've never met and never will see. However, we must also protect ourselves. Security, in every respect of the word, starts at home and looking at it solely in terms of the big picture makes it far too daunting a challenge to tackle.

The real battle is going on right now and the time to take a stand is upon us all. Whether we choose to fight or roll over will not only determine our future as a person, but our destiny as a people. And that destiny, good or bad, is what our children and our children's children will inherit. If we can't do it for ourselves, we have to do it for them.

There simply is no alternative.

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Blame



Blame is probably one of the dirtiest words in the English language. Everyone looks for it, everyone takes it and everyone deals with it, but no one likes to talk about it. Even though we’re a world of people pointing fingers, our mouths are silent even as our fingers are outstretched.

No, it’s not something we like to talk about, it’s not something we like to think about and it’s not something we like to deal with. But everytime something goes wrong, there’s the issue: Who to blame? What to blame? Where does the error lie? Of what fault is this?

Some people like to internalize the blame, taking everything that goes wrong around them and immediately assuming it’s their fault. It can be easier that way, it makes us proactive and puts us in a position where the world makes sense and we can do something to prevent bad things in the future. It’s as if by shoveling the blame upon our own shoulders we place ourselves in the driver’s seat, controlling our own destiny exclusively and totally.

Others, however, like to blame the world. It’s easier for them to maintain their own image of perfection and believe that they are the victims of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and nothing more. They remove themselves from fault and instead cast stones wherever they can be laid, placing the blame and their own destiny on whatever shoulders they can find.

The truth, of course, lies somewhere in between. We are captains of our own destiny, this is for certain, but the world still moves around us, independent of our own actions and thoughts. even though the percentage of each can vary wildly, nothing in our lives happens without some degree of fault on both parts. It’s a complete and total impossibility as our lives are impacted by both sets of choices.

All we can do is make the best decisions we can and hope for the best outcomes possible. When things go wrong, assigning blame is only useful as far as it teaches us lessons and helps us prevent future catastrophes. The minute we begin looking for scapegoats or placing an unreasonable burden upon ourselves we cease doing any good and start causing more harm, deepening the the tragedy and rubbing salt into very fresh wounds.

Now does this mean that murderers should not go to jail or robbers should not be punished? Of course not. They deserve their blame and they deserve their punishment. In fact, they are usually among the first to blame the world for the tragedies they brought upon themselves, unwilling to look for fault in their own decisions and, instead, content on examining the faults of the world around them.

However, it does mean that we need to look at our own actions and what we can do to prevent such things from happening to us. We need to learn how to make decisions to avoid the pitfalls of life. But at the same time, we need to realize that, often, the best decisions have the worst outcomes and that there’s no point in blaming ourselves for doing only what we thought was best.

You see, the same as blame is a fluid balance between ourselves and the outside world, so must our conscience. Simply put, the greatest reward in life isn’t leading a perfect life where nothing goes wrong, but to be able to look back at the life you had and realize that you always made the best decisions you could at the time.

Because even if hindsight is 20/20, blaming ourselves for good decisions made in blurred forsight, does no more good than blaming the world for bad decisions that we ourselves made.

After all, life is supposed to be a learning process and that means both learning to improve and, most difficult of all, learning to accept.

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Better Than You



You see them everywhere you go. The people that blaze through four way stops, the jerks that cut in line at the movie theater, the morons that intentionally take up two parking spaces at the mall and the fools who thrash around their lives without a care for what impact they might have on others.

While everyone makes mistakes and, on a planet with six billion people, we’re going to adversely affect those around us, some among us take it to a whole new level. They are either so negligent, or even malicious, that their acts are a conscious disregard for others. This goes beyond a lack of compassion or the absence of empathy and shuns all convictions and morals aside.

When you see these people, take a moment to look into their eyes. You’ll see something truly unique. When you stare down into the pit of their souls, you’ll see that they believe they’re better than you. They seem themselves as a superior life form and yourself, along with those around you, are just insects waiting to be stomped.

With this form of imagined superiority comes a sense of entitlement, and that is where things go wrong. These people not only believe that they are better than the world, but that the world owes them something. Be it the color of their skin, the way they grew up, the money in their pocket or just something inside them, they feel that they are entitled to better treatment and they will take it if necessary.

That sense of entitlement is what leads to their downfall. Nature, as luck would have it, doesn’t possess and entitlement clause. Those who think that they are owed something might be able to take it from time to time, but will never really be able to possess it. Those who believe they deserve something, for no other reason than who they are, are incapable of working for it and earning it.

And in there lies the bitter truth. All men are created equal, but they don’t always stay that way. Some of us work hard, achieve great things and make something of our lives. Those who do that, for the most part at least, learn humility and invest themselves emotionally into ideas of justice and equality.

Others feel entitled; they do nothing, achieve nothing and, instead, leech off society. These are the ones who feel superior, the ones who achieve the least, offer nothing to the world and, instead, only flex their supposed superiority by taking that which does not belong to them.

In the end, it’s their very sense of superiority that prevents them, not just from becoming better people, but from becoming anything at all. They can’t plow the fields in the kingdom they believe themselves to rule, thus, they never make anything grow.

Their accomplishments are fantasies and society, let alone nature, will not favor these fools. They are doomed by their own delusions and will feel the wrath soon.

So when wronged in such a manner, try to let it go. If it was an honest mistake, it will not be repeated and, if it’s someone taking what does not belong to them through a feeling of entitlement, they will feel their own demise soon enough.

For nature is cruel to those who don’t earn their keep and nothing you can do will ever be able to compete with the very forces that keep evolution going.

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Life


I have a news headline for you: We’re all dead.

That’s right officially, as of today, we are all deceased. In fact, truth be told we were dead yesterday, we were just as dead the day before and even before we were born, we were nothing more than a walking corpse, roaming the earth living on borrowed time and waiting for the day in which we finally stop breathing.

The funny thing is, as human beings we know this. From the day we’re born we’re raised with the knowledge that someday, somewhere we’re going to die and that our time on this rock is simply borrowed. Whether we admit it or not, we all know that death is inevitable and we live our lives, every single day, knowing that it could easily be our last.

But this knowledge doesn’t change a thing. Like bums dealing with a banker we seek to extend our loans and give ourselves just a little more time to carry on before death comes to collect us. Some of us choose to seek out good health, hoping that by eating right and exercising we can add a few paltry years to our existence. Big deal I say, you take a few years away from eternity and you’re still left with eternity. You’re going to be dead forever, what difference does five years make in the face of that?

Others of us try a different approach; they seek immortality through art, through literature and through helping others. They hope to live on in the minds and hearts of future generations and perhaps achieve some measure of immortality through their message and their actions. But even if these people create something so profound or something so incredible that it is passed from generation to generation flawlessly and completely, what happens when the inevitable day comes and all of the humans are gone and no one is left to carry the word any further.

Eternity remains, but the originator does not.

That’s why life seems to be such a bitter and hopeless proposition for many. It’s an existence, doomed from day one to fail and fall short of the Holy Grail known as immortality. We all will die, all of the banners we carry will some day fall to the earth and someday soon enough every last trace of who we were and what we did will be ground into dust.

To those who dwell on this, life truly is a miserable experience and I have great pity for those poor fools.

But they missed the point, when you go to the bank for a loan, you don’t intend to make it last forever, you intend to use it. You know the house you buy will not last forever and that the car you want to purchase won’t be around in a hundred years but you buy it anyway, you buy it happily and without regret. All you can do is make the most of your loan and then hope that what you do with it outlasts the money you spent.

Because while there’s much to be said for extending our lives and it’s extremely noble to seek to create something larger than ourselves, at some point you have to drop back from this foolish question and just enjoy what you have. It doesn’t matter we’re dead, we have the chance to be alive, let death collect me later, but give me the chance to do what I want in the here and now.

Because should my life amount to nothing more than a blip on the radar screen or a blink in the eye of eternity, then let it be said I lived it to it’s fullest. I know that my life will eventually crumble into nothingness and while I would love to live on past my death in the minds and hearts of others, at some point, I have to remember to live. I have to remember that my time is extremely limited and that if I spend every waking moment dwelling on what I can never achieve I’m going to die all the same and be no wiser for the experience.

So with that my friends, lets all put down our pens and brushes for a moment and enjoy the fact that we have some borrowed time to work with. I assure you, we can change the world tomorrow because it will still be here the same as it will the next and the day after that.

Besides, if it’s not, there’s not much we can do to change it then anyway.

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Moments Of Life

When does life happen? When do we go from merely surviving to living? At what point or points do we go from being just cogs inside a machine or people just waiting for something better and become truly alive?

The problem is that we don’t know the answer to that question. At least not in the days we’re living. It’s only when we’re able to look back on the memories we have that we can pick out the moments that rose above the others and see, for ourselves, when we were truly living.

We can only see those moments when they’re gone, we can only respect what we had, what we felt and what we achieved when the days they were a part of have sunk deep below the horizon. Like patterns in a wheat field, they only become clear when viewed from a distance, the kind of distance only years of wisdom can bring.

Yet we carry on, living our lives the best we can, seeking temporary joys to make the days go by easier and never knowing which moments, if any, will play a role in defining who we are and why we are alive. We spend our days groping endlessly for meaning only to find it when looking back through the home movies storied within our own heads.

In that regard we, as humans, have been cursed. We’re the only species that realizes our lives were meant to be something more than just a matter of survival. We were given the gift, either through evolution or some divine plan, to see that life is a precious gift and one that should not be wasted.

However, we were not given the ability to see for ourselves what constitutes living and what not wasting our lives really means Even the epiphanies and revelations that seem to change the world can seem hollow and meaningless when viewed through the lens of history. Like a painter only able to see an inch of canvas at a time, we try to fill in a painting, completely unsure of its meaning or what purpose today’s work provides.

Instead, we can only hope that, either through cosmic coincidence, luck or superhuman planning, that our lives carry forth a meaning and make us beings who lived, not just survived.

But in there, lies the rub, only in death that we can define our lives. Even then though, I’d wager we’ll find it’s not the big strokes that we remember the best, but the fine moments that made them up. Those temporary joys that once left us feeling empty, an extra long embrace, a trivial accomplishment earned after too much work or a simple idea to solve a minor problem, those will be what we remember best and will be most remembered for.

After all, the big picture is far too large to absorb. Rather than remember someone by what he dedicated his life to, we’d much prefer to remember and be remembered for the thousands of little things we did along the way.

So, no matter how noble working toward a larger goal is, we can never forget the small moments shared along the way. They represent us in a way we can’t possibly appreciate in the here and now and represent the few times that we moved beyond just surviving and found that higher purpose.

Because, no matter what we say, the higher purpose is usually the smallest one and moments that make up our lives are the ones closest to our heart.

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Die Alone


I’ve known pain
Digging, scratching, scraping pain
splitting my soul in two
like a knife thrust into my chest
a pain washed in tears gone dry
and sprinkled in pieces of shattered dreams
Yes, I’ve known that pain


I’ve known loss
Empty, gaping, expansive loss
turning beautiful memories
into a painful black hole
standing by in awe as the wrecking ball of life
tears down what the heart has built
Yes, I’ve known that loss too


I’ve known hate
Writhing, seething, burning hate
the sight of nails digging into pillows
wishing it was human flesh
the growing lust for blood and suffering flowers
as thoughts of torture fill your mind
Yes, I’ve known that hate as well


I’ve known love
glorious, total, unconditional love
the clearing of the skies
and the coming of a new age
the thing that makes the pain and loss worthwhile
and takes the hate away
Yes, I’ve known love

That's why is so hard
To die alone

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Ghost Within My Mind


I would have told you I love you
if we hadn’t been saying goodbye
With the end always a breath away
it never seemed real to me

like vapors disappearing before my eyes
and even though you’re gone today
there’s a ghost lurking within my mind
I wanted you to know me

to make sense of a heart gone wrong
I wanted you to need me like I needed you
and to wash away the sins of thought and deed

You were too perfect to grasp
and too wonderful to touch
but now that you’re gone
all I have are memories fading
and a ghost walking withing my mind

It’s only now that you haunt me
on quiet, lonely nights
when the wind carries your name into my ears
leaving me adrift in a sea of regret and remorse

I can’t face who I am
much less what I’ve become
Just a wounded soul living in an broken heart
walking these empty halls
hoping to catch a glimpse
of the ghost stalking within my mind



Per ty, fantazma ne mendjen time

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Chasing Rainbows


Open up your heartache
and let in all the lies
keep on searching for love
until the tears run dry
You don’t know why
your heart never heals
traveling between heartbreaks
on the back of ideals
You’re just waiting for the clouds to part
and for a rainbow to light the way
Yet the skies are forever gray

You tell yourself
that everything is o.k.
Another guy wasn’t good enough
and tomorrow is another day
looking around
so lost and confused
not knowing where to go
or what you’re supposed to do
You’re just waiting for the clouds to part
and a rainbow to light the way
Yet the skies are forever gray

You look into a mirror
that you’re too scared to touch
fourteen years of this
is thirteen years too much
looking for another bed
to rest your raging mind
though your eyes remain wide open
your soul still wonders blind
You’re just waiting for the clouds to part
and a rainbow to light the way
Yet the skies are forever gray

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