An Outpost To Take Care Of

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The old school's greater purpose I possessed in my young adult mind might only have notions about visions and coincidental things that are written on monuments and old houses, but so far...it is one of the existence that has succeeded in providing my soul a reckoning path to be lived by and a reward that is worth to be nurtured until the sign of death comes around to take all that is hurting.

Although...this particularity I undergo can only procreate simple expansion to be cherished and has brought me into a life of a lonely host, it has made me able to see enthralling hints that the world prioritized. It has allowed me to acquire resilience that I don't even know exists in the human world, the one...which has the primordial strength in regulating and ignoring mundane dealings and sweet conclusions that are born from jealousy, inaptitude, and diversions.

The scenarios of articulating the scar and the poisoning sentence from old tiles and historic documents are indeed a known experience that is able to give unimaginable depth of nausea, but at the same time...it is an experience that could give vibrations and sightedness whenever we left the house to sacrifice another round of midnight for the sake of fighting suppression and a limiting options.

I have come to conclusions and acceptance that this activity has indeed made me incapable of displaying formal human emotions, but in return...it has given me the passive vibrant ability to consume the world as it consumes my grey area. An existence, which has given me inner access and power to shelter those who try to survive from insulations and the current unprovable emotions.

Whether this way of life can or can not guarantee depressive episodes to be forgotten or neutralized in human minds, it has come to my personal experience that the contrast of admiring such silent activities is already strong enough to make its followers acquire a coping mechanism and condition that doesn't allow the mind to lose interest in boosting what is immensely able to keep someone away from obeying lust and hankering towards "saliva-dripping images" and many other fake gifted commotions.

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