Hidden In Plain Sight – A Poem

The darkest truths

hide in plain sight

Yet we, being blinded

fail to see beyond

what we are

told to believe

calling lies truth

and truth, insanity


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My Kpop Divorce

As a young teenager, the only kind of music I allowed myself to listen to was rock/metal. I loved these genres for the simple fact that no other could accurately express what it was really like to be an angry teen who didn’t quite fit with the rest. This was quite a stretch from what I listened to previously – mainstream pop.

Years later, being in a much better state of mind, I returned to my old habit of listening to poppy tunes, only this time, those with a different flavour. Not too long ago, I started listening to kpop. Kpop in and of itself wasn’t so foreign to me as I, as a young girl, had listened occasionally listened to some songs from well-known girl groups. As I reconnected with my happier self, I began to explore this pop world a little more, and discovered one particular boy band, one which quickly worked its way into my heart.

The icing on the cake for me was the fact that as charismatic as the members were in front of a camera, behind the scenes, they were just as quirky as I was. But as I continued watching their videos and listening to their songs, I started to feel something wasn’t right.

So as much as felt entertained by these people, our hearts were not in the same place. Their songs, good looks and charisma were enough to give me a kind of high, but at the end of the day, it was about what I wanted in life. I wanted to live a meaningful life, yet all I was filling my head with was distraction. As I allowed myself to get sucked in this superficial kind of world, consequentially, I too became a little superficial myself.

The deal breaker for me was watching a video with very strange imagery and realizing that even though the masses had no idea what it meant, they loved it. Why is this such a bad thing? Because even though one would normally question something so eerie and suggestive of something of a darker nature, all they could see was a pretty face. Even I, though usually weary of these things, would ignore what I couldn’t understand for the sake of being entertained.

Nowadays, I choose to live life a little more authentically; a life without distraction. Listening to music that actually reflects my faith and who I am, I feel a little more sober-minded and at peace. Whilst I do think there are talented people in the kpop industry, I hate to think that I would have to continually feed my mind things that contradicted all the things I stood for to enjoy it, even only for the sake of seeing a pretty face. Surely a person is worth more than that.


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Positive, Realistic Thinking (Personal Growth Challenge)

In order to think positively, some people like to live in oblivion, ignoring all the bad things and focusing only on the good. On the flip side, there are people who like to dwell on the bad. Either way, both stances are understandable. After all, we’re all just trying to live here.

But what if there was another way? The good news is, there is.

As we embrace positive thinking, we should never allow ourselves to become oblivious. Thankfully, life isn’t so black and white, and so it is possible for us to maintain awareness whilst exercising this kind of thinking. In other words:

“Don’t be a doubter. Don’t be your own fortune-teller. You have no idea what the future holds. All you have to do is try to do your best.”

These are, theoretically, very positive words, but in order to tap into their power, you’re going to have to take action. In other words, you’re going to have to change your mindset.

“I am going to win. I am going to succeed.”

These words accurately reflect what I mean when I warn you not to be a  fortune-teller. They often times set you up for disappointment. Now look at this statement.

“I am going to fail. I am going to be unsuccessful.”

These statements, though completely opposite, serve the same purpose. Both are trying to predict the future. The only thing we can do is try and hope. In the end, both of these statements are meaningless and potentially harmful to us.

Perhaps, the best way then is to look at it is this way.

“Even it I fail, at least I will learn something.” 

Today, I challenge you to find that middle ground.


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Be The Light – A Short Story

“It’s kind of funny how this life works,” Alissa smiled. “All the good news gets lost in the noise.”

The news was the same as always; rumours of war, a tragic death, and what all the celebrities were wearing that week. There was a strange kind of divide in interest, the younger people being more enthralled by the glamorous lives of the famous, and the older, in the politics.

“I’m not too sure there’s such a thing as good news these days,” answered Ron.

“Or maybe people just don’t care to hear it.” Alissa spoke with a guilty conscience, as she, for one, fell into that bracket. To her, finding good in this world was like finding hidden treasure.

Growing up, she was taught that youth was a time for having fun, never worry or have a serious thought. Now only at twenty one, it was hard to ignore the reality. Life wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine.

After heading out for word, her awareness of all the pain and suffering present in her world disillusioned her. As she walked, she witnessed an emaciated man stretching his hand towards passersby, only to be rudely dismissed by each and every one. As she approached him, she reached in her pocket to see if she had anything to spare, only to find that someone else was already two steps ahead of her. Generously, the man gave him enough to buy a large meal and a drink.

He smiled at him. “God bless you,” he repeated, showing his utmost gratitude.

It was nothing unusual for her to see. She herself often gave to those who were in need. This time, however, it fascinated her to think that even after all the rejection the old man had experienced, a simple act of kindness, though small, had brought him so much happiness.

She decided in that very moment that she would not let her awareness cause her to despair. Surely, she knew of all the darkness that existed in her world, but without ever having to open his mouth, this gentle character spoke to her, and the message was clear.  “Be the light.”

The Pessimist

After making a conscious effort to change my pessimistic ways, I thought I had finally become the person I wanted to be – positive, kind and well…likeable. Now, I think it’s safe to say I was wrong.

For so long I’ve convinced myself that there would be no one who would accept me as I am, and that I was destined to be alone. I had no hope in others, and I had no hope in myself. This, I thought, was the reality, and I just had to accept it. I would always assume everyone had bad intentions.

Whenever I look back at all my experiences, I find that it is only the bitter parts that I choose to focus on. I realize now just how destructive this can be, both for me and those around me. Even so, I can understand it. How else can a mind like mine protect itself? All these memories serve as a reminder to not get my hopes up too high. But at what cost?

It would be foolish to think that no one ever has bad intentions, or that I would never hurt someone I love. But maybe, once in a while, I could stop focusing on whats wrong with humanity, and start focusing on what’s right.

There are fascinating people all around, and I desire to know them and to love them, even those who hate me. I want to connect with others, and unfortunately, my undying pessimism is not going to allow me to do that. Though I know that there are people with bad intentions, I know that there is also good, and I no longer wish to allow this fear to hold me back.

But for now, whether likeable or unlikeable, I am a pessimist, and I understand clearly why it has to be so. This is my process, and it requires patience. If I only allow myself to be patient, I know someday I’ll be able to find the peace I’ve been looking for.


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Wallflower – A Poem

He watches from a distance

sits all by himself

No one sees him

No one hears him

but in his own mind

he is right there 

with the rest

dancing along

 

Oh how lovely

he thought it would be

to be loved by them

to dance, to sing

to play his part

 

 

but in this crowd

he held no place

for deep down

his heart danced 

to a different beat

 

 

Oh if only he could find

a kind soul to take him away

to a place he belonged

where he would never have

to compromise who he was

 for the sake of being loved


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Confessions Of An Ugly Girl

It was a new school year. Naively, I thought to myself, this is it. This is the end of my misery.

Much to my dismay, nothing had changed at all. Even in a new class surrounded by new faces, I was still the same shy, acne-scarred girl I was the year before.

I remember it clearly, how the person who’d spoken to me in Biology class was called a fool for choosing me to be his partner rather than the obviously much more attractive girl sitting next to me. Apparently, my unattractiveness deemed me unworthy of being included and more worthy of being left in the dust, without a partner.

All the while these things would happen to me, and I’d either stay silent so as to feel safe, or lash out and prove that I was indeed ugly, both inside and out. There was no winning here; not with the biggest critic of all living in my very own mind.


Now at present, I wish I could say that these memories don’t hurt. I wish I could say that they don’t matter anymore. But the truth is that all the words have had and still continue to have a profound effect on me. The only difference now is how I choose to use that pain.  Today, I choose to use that pain to share the love God had shown me during my time of need and use it to uplift those who may be hurting as well.

Now, I can honestly say that I no longer the ugly girl,  but rather, fearfully and wonderfully made by a wonderful Creator. Thanks to Him, I am learning to forgive my rejectors and appreciate the beauty He has given to me – even when the rest of the world calls me ugly.

But the real beauty of it all is that, in being ugly to the world, I have learned to find meaning in greater things. I have learned to love, to sympathize and to look beyond the surface.

In my pain and many reflections, I had come to realize the meaninglessness of it all. Nothing here lasts, and nothing here stays. In death, even the most beautiful people become dust, and the rich, penniless. So then, should my life revolve around these things?

If I had never ached, I’d never have come to know the truth. In this life, whether knowingly or unknowingly, we’re all fighting the same battle. As beautiful as the concept of ‘world peace’ sounds, so as long as we live in this state of brokenness, it will remain unachievable. All I can do is empathize with others and offer my love, as I too, often times, struggle to do/say all the right things. It is only in God that I am able to find peace. In knowing His love, even an ‘ugly’ girl like me can be able to call herself beautiful.


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4 Reasons To Stand Out Of The Crowd

Remember the good old days when people were told not to follow the crowd?

1. The majority isn’t always right.

We’ve all heard the saying “Majority rules,” and when it comes to decision-making, it is certainly true. Looking back at history, however, we can see that the majority isn’t always making the right decision. When things like slavery are considered, it’s safe to say that simply ‘going with the flow’ isn’t always ideal. As Hitler once said:

If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is how easy it is to influence the mind. After all, these words came from a man who manipulated many.

My advice here is simple. Find the truth, and hold onto it. As it is said:

Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. John 8:32

And yes, that was a Bible quote.

2. You won’t risk losing yourself.

Many people follow the crowd in order to feel accepted. The sad truth is, in doing this, not only is it possible that you could be making someone else’s life hell, you’re doing the exact same thing to yourself. While accompanying people you have nothing in common with, you miss out of the opportunity to build solid, authentic friendships and settle for what was easier to attain. After faking it long enough, surely anyone would start to lose themselves.

3. People hide their true feelings.

If it is the fear of ridicule that makes following the crowd appealing to you, then it can be comforting to know that many people like to ‘act tough’. In other words, they might very well be fighting their own battle, and so, use a hateful tongue to hide. Regardless of the reason, we’re all flawed human beings. Therefore, no one has the right to say or even portray his/herself as being superior to anyone.

4.  You can’t please everyone.

The truth is that even if you choose to change everything about yourself, someone is going to find a reason to hate you. Sometimes, all you can do is try to do the right thing and carry on with yourself.


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Divided – A Poem

Why do we divide ourselves

as if division could

cause wars to cease

or bring us the peace we seek?

 

Why do we despise truth

and welcome lies

as if lies could save us

from consequence?

 

Why do we hate

those who do not agree

as if opposition

somehow equates hate?

 

Why do we preach freedom

then criticize the ones

who exercise the right?

 

Or is it that freedom 

only applies to those 

rich enough to buy

a position of authority

 

to make us pawns

designed to believe that

liberty somehow means 

defining our own destiny

 

never allowing

life’s unpredictability 

to take us where 

we need to be

 

but rather, embracing

what was made to enslave us

thinking somehow

we are free


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