Sleep Early

Since we were small,
We were told to sleep early.

To have a long rest.
To have a good day.

To grow.
To play.

To be smart.
To be happy.

Our moms sang lullaby,
filled with love and whispers:

"No matter what, I'll always love you.
I hope you will always love me too"

"Come stop your cries of hunter,
I'll sing away the roar of the thunder"

"When you were born, I was born.
I'll guide your life, you'll guide mine."

All this love and whisper,
for that early sleep. Why?

You can see the world, clearer.
You can see yourself, clearer.

You can enjoy life, better.
You can enjoy religion, better.

You can work on your career, faster.
You can work on your studies, faster.

When you can see, enjoy, and work,
what more can you ask?
When it's clearer, better, and faster,
what more can you ask?

Now grown up,
I want to sleep early tonight
and forevermore.

I don't want to stay up till 100 hours,
When my kids and their kids are safe and happy,
I'll go to bed.

Listening and enjoying to the silence,
with a cute snooze from you by my side,
I'll chuckle and go to bed.

All my work, security, and conscious,
are settled down,
I'll be happily go to bed.

Hopefully, I'll get to see Mom, then.

Freedom or Jail? [Part 1]

Although we are obsess with

Freedom,

laws, policy, and rules

make the way of life work.

Life is a Jail.

Jail
Is where we put the 
criminals, guilty, mastermind,
victim, innocence, the pawn. 
Why?
It's not because the don't deserve
Freedom.
It's because we can control them in a 
Jail.


Control
is the next thing we want in life
after Freedom.
"I'm single and Free, I Control my own destiny"
"I don't believe in God because
I'm a Free thinker, I control my own fate."
"I'm no slave, I'm a Free man!
I Control my own life."
How can you have those
two words 
in
one sentence?
Control, pfft.


Freedom
is too big to
Control.


Death
is too big to
Control.


Life
is too big to
Control.


But we need Control.


Therefore, we create
laws, policy, and rules
on
what,when,why,how and what we eat.
Just like in a Jail.
Life is a Jail.


We are just waiting.
                                 waiting.
                                             waiting.
                                                         Waiting for our execution.

What's the point?

Virtue

This week
Had The Bad Mondays.
Meaning they come twice a month,
3 classes, 1 lecture, begins at 8.30am, ends at 6pm.
I was unprepared, I skipped the two morning classes
and came for the lecture.
A stupid, sappy, slow lecture. A philosophy lecture.


I came late.
No worries. I didn't miss anything.
Half-asleep, dumbfounded, I sat alone.
I heard mumbles from the audience,
Lecture from a video. 
I closed my eyes.


I slept.
For a while.
A word from the lecture
Caught my interest.
A single word.


Virtue.


I've heard of it, 
But never knew what it truly meant.
I'm up.


Ancient Greek ethics lingers:
"How can I be happy?"
Despite age, race, and era,
mankind has been trying
to answer this question.


Government set laws
so people can find happiness.
Parents set rules
so children can find happiness.
We set goals,
so we can find happiness.


I have my laws, rules, and goals.
Faith in God, 
Believe in Yourself,
Enjoy Life. 
But I haven't found my drive yet.


Until now.


Jason Mraz sang: 
"Your name is your virtue."
Samurai's success is based on: 
"Their Bushido  that emphasizes on virtues."
The Greek answered the question:
"by means of virtue or excellence."


Virtue and Excellence will drive me.


Imagine if I was late 10 more minutes 
that afternoon?
I would have missed all this.
Fate?
No more being unprepared, late, half-asleep.
Who knew bad days can turn into something...
Excellent.

The Nest and Freedom

Eager and excited was the feeling.

The feeling of flying out of the Nest.

"Finally"

I thought to myself.

After 18 years, I'm finally able to

taste Freedom. 

I'm far away from home, now.

Cold and cruel the climate.

I can see the light...the destination.

Of Freedom.

But I can fly, no more.

I'm in the in between.

Now, I feel sleeping in the warm Nest.

Later, I feel being in the spotlight. 

I miss them.

So much.

But again, I'm in the between.

Quiting was never an option.

It's been a month, I have 6 years.

Freedom will be my Nest. 

I'll survive. 

Where are we?

Where are we?

When all the long hours are paid-off,
Our sweats turn into tears of joy,
The anxiety becomes a breath of relief,
Dark days end and bright future begins.
All our wishes came true.

What is our deepest wish?
Being in the school we longing for?
The clean face that God originally gave us?
Love and happiness surrounds us?
Achieving the little kid's dream?

We think of the past.
The time when we never gave our best shot.
When we were innocent and wanting to be evil.
We felt bad with the amount given by parents.
Wishing the little kid dreamt a little smaller.

We think of the present.
The greatest gift.
We think of the past and future.
But never the present.
We regret of past's decisions.
We fear the uncertainty of the future.

We turn to a higher power.
We pray.
Night and day.
Giving it our all.
Hoping he will hear and grant our pray.
Giving it our all.
Because we are scared.
Scared to take the risk.
The leap of faith.
He hears. He always hears.

Time and patience, the future has arrived.
We are exactly where we are suppose to be.
"We did it, man!" he says.
We reached the destination.
What ever happens to the journey?
The crying, praying, and hoping.
The lessons. What happened?

Where are we?

Hope for Humanity

We grow up, we become smart and witty.
Mastered the art of science and maths.
Build statues high as the gods.
No more games of boards,
With technology, abandon faith.
We grow up, no heart and no more kitty.

We grow up, strength filled our body.
Natural selection becomes unnatural.
Animals extinct due to our hunger.
Mother Earth lingers.
Killing one another becomes bearable.
We grow up, power to everybody.

We grow up, lost.
Beliefs.
Modify to feed the needs.
Atheist because of no leads.
Reliefs.
We grow up, still lost.

We grow up, lost.
Religion.
Believe in the Divine.
Pray for hope and not blind.
The last legion.
We grow up, found by the host.

Music

Finding the right combination of melody and words to create beauty, truth and happiness.