Talking Serenity (Completed)

A Precarious Manifestation

Never in my life, I have had an ancient flashback casually strolling in my dreams and vision until the age of 20's struck my unconscious state. Although...it felt fun to receive and remember the occurrences, so far, it has never given me a single air to sleep despite the external atmosphere I have already comforting the developing young body I have. It has given me an exhausting excitement about preserving mankind with a piece of knowledge towards knowing the idiocracy that is able to disintegrate plausible relations.

The more I believe I will have a normal day, the more the dimension is framing my day with a sense of neglect. It is one of the "racing emotions" that I never thought will choose my reincarnations as a vessel to exist in this universe, which has triggered me to the point where I can experience one life to another if ever try to ignore the landmark that is capable of annihilating the trail towards obtaining sanity. An event, which has made me hard to not acknowledge others calling.

Although...the reminiscence from such circumstances has not given me a lot of luck with grades, mutuality, and friendship, still...it is the only source where I can derive happiness and reveal the purpose of experiencing greyish hair. It has blessed me with the capacity of knowing characteristics that possess a high chance of solidifying a state or someone into something genuinely appealing.

There are indeed some complexities that can make those who possess these archetypes feel lost and veracious at the same time, but it should be known that without such personality there will be no form of realism that can teach mankind the benefit of being able to endure the things that come after the consequence is filled with vexatious context and excessive stream. It is a mysteriousness, which I occasionally felt flowing inside of me every time I accidentally approached and heard the voices of those who are hurt or afraid of being attacked with a necessary infusion.

The only sad part that still bothers me the most to this day about having this cosmic presence inside me is realizing that it is not rare for people to tell me...I'm not yet permissible to be in the position of being bright, even if the curiosity I had has been able to divulge a slight glimpse of merit and candor. It is an instance of occurrence and dimension that both my mind and emotions can't handle, especially when the experience I had on the streets has shown me many false opposites towards my action, which so far has made me wonder...what kind of childhood makes certain people believe that having the curiosity of being good and valid is a waste of time?. I hate to see how this spiritual essence is being perceived as if it was an excessive desire to become a higher dimensional being than others.

It almost feels like nobody can't comprehend a particular idea and experience that delivers and immerses self-construct, even if it is important in preventing the delirium that destroys late hours and conscience. A particular existence, which has made my serenity overloaded with warning speeches that I never thought can be devoured completely by our hoggish instincts as humans. The reason why today's inner altitude becomes farther and farther from an influence that attracts curing breath and respiration.

So far, this personal inner state has also shown and proved to me that sometimes pushing through the wrath is the only option to be heard. Although...there are no rewards and convincing solution that can act as beneficial aftermath, it is a pleasure to see how this conditioning are able to show me various nature in my early stage as an adult. It has made me able to realize that we indeed still need "God-fearing" reasons to change, not through learning from exploitation.

I have grown frustrated to see most masses and many other individuals of my age bury a crazy amount of evidence of wisdom and historical discovery, just because there's an inner fear about obligations and routine conversion in life, which has caused shortcuts and humorous things in life to be glorified as something scientifically effective. In consequence, it has provoked many of us to not have an interest in being useful to someone else's life, which is something that I never thought can achieve countless gatherings and participation to be held easier than any enterprise.

In the end, despite all the compelling troubles and deteriorating presence that haunt me, all I know is that there is always stability in being an astute seer of the human condition. A special kind of stability, which is capable of transforming enigmatic occurrences into energy for future collision, whose whereabouts felt imminent and unknown. It's something that my soul had always believed could give a greater nature to the mind during the face-off with inescapable tyrannical reality.