The Mind Traveller

The gravity law said, “everything that goes up, will eventually fall”

That is pretty simple. What’s not pretty simple? Judging our life decision? Damn hard, son. Life is about making right decision. Sometimes we the bad one too, I did that. Making bad decision is a part of making the best decision. Because we learn and understand what’s the best for us. But, do we ever judge others? Them or theirs? We all do.

I gotta admit. I judge people a lot. I just realized that. I shouldn’t and mustn’t. We’re not perfect so why do we judge others? I gotta friend of mine. He’s judging all the people that passed by him. I just listened to him and got me thinking, “wow wow relax dude, why don’t you work at court or be lawyer instead?” He’s telling me he looks gay, he looks girly, she so fat, she got lil’ titties, she ugly, mostly the bad stuffs. My lips are sealed. I do that sometimes too but not as vulgar as him.

The next time he does that I’m just gonna silent. What’s the point? What are the benefits of us of judging someone’s style or appearance? Are we God? No and we ain’t perfect. So let’s just enjoy the difference that we have around us. Accept it. Maybe not agree about it. You know, acceptance. People got their own styles. We can’t dictate them to be what we wanna see them. We’re not them. They are who they are.

What happened??
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Life happened, son.

Can’t say I’m fine with God gave me till today. Can’t even say I’m fine with things that God didn’t give. God really know what I need. Maybe. I know God won’t disappoint me, at least for too long. I guess.

We all have watched Iron Man 3. What?! You haven’t? Go watch it for God sake! At the beginning of the movie, Tony Stark narrated something like this… “WE CREATED OUR OWN DEMON” Nope, my capslock is fine. I really get that term and it is true. Before that, I have my own philosophy that I believe in.

My philosophy is that I believe that everyone, every human being, every prisoner, all of us, basically we’re good people. How do I know? When we first born, we’re just so pure and no sins attached. We’re so plain. And how do we people stuck in prison? Well… Do they want to? No. They’re struggling. Struggling from what? God. Yes, God gave them, I mean gave us, a test or even some. You know like school. They gave us a test, if we passed, we advanced. That’s life. Life is about facing test after test. God will judge if you succeed or not. Me? I’m not succeeding any shit that God gave, for now. I’m finding my way to the dreamland. I try, I pray (perhaps I’ll do more), I fail, I try (more and more) finally I just believe that God will let me succeed. Haha I’m sounding like I’m such a holy person. Like I said before, I believe God but I don’t really pray, just when I need.

There goes my philosophy… So about the “DEMON”. I believe we all have created one. I made one. It was horrible. I met him every single day of my life. Regretting? I do that every morning I woke up and it got me thinking, “what the hell man? I wish I could take back time..” But regretting won’t destroy my “DEMON”, it will only make him stronger. Instead of regretting knowing that I’m the creator of my “DEMON”, I should rather just live with him. Survive. Endure. Fight. Breath with him for every breath that’s going through my lungs. And I know God didn’t create this, it was me. All along. Surely this is a test from God, like I said before, I believe God will let me succeed. So, have you met your own “DEMON”? Visit him and forgive him. Because we created them.

Last night, I was walking to my home. Alone. And somehow something going through in my mind… It was 8pm… What if somebody just kill me while I’m walking and you know, therefore my problems or the pressure that I’m giving to the people around would be less, right?

It may sounds crazy but… I’ve been thinking like that for several times. But then I realized, what about my relationship with God? Wait… Do I have one? Exactly. My problems in the world will be vanished, but to God? I’m a Moslem. Well that’s what written in my identity card. That’s what my mom said. That’s what my teacher said. Surely I believe in God. But do I pray to God? Of course. When I need.