Talking Serenity (Completed)

A Whisper For A Day

14 November 2019, it's a date at the end of the year where I'm starting to realize time can be dangerously agile to those who still can't find calculations, and remedies for the emptiness that reluctantly reminisce human fear through the mirrors. At this point of realization, I have come to the conclusion that there's going to be an endgame at some point in life where it requires everyone to admit how execrable or elated their life is when time indiscriminately sprinkles the mind with playback, openings, and nature that has been given to every corner of the societal ground in one year.

The strange atmosphere of this reality is indeed a complicated element to be questioned and depressing when left unanswered, but it is not the reason why we can't utilize our anger toward acquiring heat and the will in defeating profane coldness that is toneless with the shivers of our story. Although...it is inevitable for anger from a time to weaken our soul and mind in rationalizing what has been created, it is necessary to understand that such anger possesses a higher chance of evolving and expanding what has been cursed within us if being idle is the choice we use to cope.

It has come to my personal experience that time always has a duty to provoke humans with inner arguments that can't be neutralized and replaced with a welcoming warm environment in order to make humans able to forgive themselves when collateral damage is imminent to be faced. It needs to be understood that time can only glue the pieces of sanity vigorously if there's a will to limit mundane occurrences that collaborate substance of yearning and outer validations.

It needs to be known that the fabricated universe that comes from ignorance and the lack of criticality towards the existence of time can always elevate and evolve the grim reality we retain into a living identity, which can cause the bearers to possess an obsession with confronting the mind with "restroom talks", more than absorbing what is poetically able to expose dignity and shades. An obsession, which can trap someone in a silent gigantic hall of rage that no human can trundle without hurting themselves.

In the end, when it comes to facing the time with boiling interpersonal conflict, it needs to be amplified more often that the higher level of being introspective sometimes can only manage to glisten in front of our view once we are brave to enhance ourselves with an act that represents kindness and pale externality into our life, despite there's resentment from the many for not being able to find satisfaction in buying and wearing things that echo linguistic and traumatic slogan.