The repentance of soul is not enough to purify the smoke which veiled the purity and the whiteness of the snow. The earth as the living purgatory is always opening the possibilities that an individual would be better or even could be far worse.
I am who I am. I am not a constant. I change as the contrary of such as the value of pi and of the ideal gas constant remains to what it is. I am not firmed, my foundations are easily shocked and in some cases, parts of it are easily shattered by the blows of the temptation of the evil and because of the weakness of the human nature.
I exist in this world full of challenges which could shock you to your very core. It is the world where every ideal and every ideologies and every point of views could be challenged or could even be twisted and showed in a different angles and different light. It is a world where even your very faith could be suddenly erased or put into the cliff of being abandoned.
I am not perfect, and I will never be. But I am always begging and striving for the perfection that I used to look up on from the very beginning of life that I can remember. It is the perfection that causes the resentment of my soul and the failure of my mind, the very perfection which is now killing me.
I always look at the past with tears in my eyes. I always cherish the moment of my innocence and of the little time I have before I met this cruel world. I miss the simple smile I used to project with the lips that God gave…the very same lips I am now used to curse anybody, even God himself. I always look back to the time when my simple mind used to believe of the existence of the sweet word love and of the warmth of the embrace of my God…the very mind which now question if the word love does truly exist and question the authenticity that there is a god.
I also contest the ages long saying that you are the creator of your path. You’re not, because humanity does not exist in a vacuum or in a controlled environment like a fish subjected to treatments and experimentation in the laboratory. Every single action taken by an individual can affect the whole system. A butterfly fluttering its wings in the Amazonas rainforest can generate a huge storm in the Pacific. Even the point of view or the concept of who you are, as some other people think of you can affect everything, even “concept” is an intangible and is not even considered as matter as how physics define it.
I am now feeding a serpent with the fruit of the blood and sweat capitalized by the two persons who made my way into the existence. I am feeding a serpent with the very food I am suppose to make my stomach feel satisfied and afterwards question myself if my actions are acceptable. But nevertheless, this actions do not cease…it is still happening and is still bringing the same questions for more than the time that three full moons can occur. I am giving myself to this serpent. I am giving everything even the very last thing that I can freely call my own. I cannot answer the question why and why I am continuously doing these things owing to the fact that it barely left a part of my soul unscathed. It is really painful, yet I cannot search for something reasonable enough to still hold on it. I am hoping to grow human heart on this serpent…that is what I want to do, however, I am not denying that I am putting into myself to the verge of the challenge that I may grow more even evil than this serpent. I am playing a game; it is do or die, make it or be dead, save or perish.
I do learn many things from the failures and from the successes of the persons who surrounds me. I do learn from the bruises and the painful wounds that I receive as the reward of my struggle. But I do not surrender. And I would never surrender.
The inequity of the world is not a hindrance of my success. The obstacle that I always met on my way is nothing is just a part of the journey they call life. The challenge of the devil or even the devil, himself is, I believe, nothing compared to compare to the strength provided by my great God, even though my faith is shaking.
I will do the best that I can. The only thing that I beg to the world watching me fail and again, stand up is that they understand and be considerate enough to accept me of who I am, and who I will be.
Tomorrow, if you see me in the corner of the street, laughing at everyone who passed by full of the sticky grease and sleeping anywhere where twilight found me, approach me and say to me “ I accept you for who you are.”
If you, in the near future notice me as famous medical doctor or researcher, approach me and say “I accept me for who you are.”
If you found me to be priest, a poor, a meek, a professor, a teacher, a parent, a beggar, a friend, an enemy or whoever I would be, approach me and say “I accept me for who you are.
I have gone far with this personal short story of mine. I now challenge you, whenever you hear these little words of mine which I crafted to the best way that I can to express and show myself to ponder a little and ask yourself the questions which you have never asked for once in your life. Spend a little time with silence. Spend more time with children in their innocence or the elderly with their wisdom. Spend time looking for who you are. For who you are would shape your world.
I am who I am. I am not a constant. I change as the contrary of such as the value of pi and of the ideal gas constant remains to what it is.
I am who I am. I am not constant, I change. And with this change, world, I dare you. The very moment I revive from all the wounds that you have inflicted in me, and you have exhausted all your dirty occult of pain and failure you used to block my way, I would rise on your top and judge you.
I am who I am. I come here tonight no to be judged for you have been judging me for many times. You have been judging me not with the blindfold symbolizing your impartiality but with an open eye taking the side of my enemy. You have been judging me, but the balance you used is not certain and just, for it has been specially made to condemn me.
I am who I am. I come here tonight not to be judged, but hear me, I would judge you. Now, tremble. Tremble for I would be having no mercy on judging you. I, now, would be the inquisitor.
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