Solaced Seraphim's Domain of Philosophy

The obligations of love

In the obligation of love, and all related accessions and accessories of it, the conditions and requisites must follow:
1) there must be a reciprocal sense of care and duty to the partners binded to the obligation (one should care about each other)
2) there should be an act that presents a positive mentality that furthers the cause of the obligation (there must be bonding time, or a sense to bond with your loved one)
3) liability arising from the obligation due to the act or omission that incurs damage to the creditor (usually the girl), the debtor is responsible, and the remedy may include inflorademnation (give flowers), inchocodemnation (give chocolates) or an intimate contact of the lips resulting to heightened sexual pleasure (just rush in and kiss her hard). If all mentioned remedies cannot be done, an act of oral apology is the most suitable (just say sorry)
4) if any partner, should, in any case, regardless of all the conditions and requisites, find another partner to bind his/her own self into, the obligation love does not exist. The obligation is now dissolved and a series of unforeseen events can be stated as a breakup will occur. This is because of the phrase "If you are in love, don't be surprised that it will fly out the window the next day"

Should any of these requisites and conditions are not present, then it is not love.

just infatuation.

Remedy for a brokenhearted ("The oh-no I'm-so-cliche post of eagleman)

I felt my chest thud out painfully.

It must've been some heart defect, but you can never be too sure about it.

I mean, I can't possibly raise my cholesterol levels that high. *Sigh* I'm losing my mind. But I felt that feeling just now.

I felt my heart break. Crack, crack....

I felt months ago that its been revealing cracks all around it. Of coruse, I tried to put glue or tape, like immersing myself into stimulating activities and all that stuff...

gym, playing DoTa, coffee breaks, hanging out with my friends, annoy my pet doggies, look at the sunrise and sunset, run, run in the threadmill, break a joke here and there...

bt nothing seemed to work. I heard a hugh CRACK! a few hours ago, and I've been in pain ever since.

I did go to the gym, and I've worked on my chest...but the pain is still there.

It must be the muscles right?

It shouldn't be as painful as this...

not painful enough to make tears out of my eyes.

Eagles, as they soar high, their tears freezes as ice in the wide blue sky...

I'm tired and exhausted

I'm tired of this.I just want to quit.

it just that life has been hard for me lately, no matter how much I improved. I'm depressed, not jsut because of my personal problems, but other pressures from the outside.

I thought I could handle it.I'm smart, so I'm supposed to handle my problems with finesse and grace. I could never let others see my darkness; my weird and funny side, yes, but the darkness still lurks deep within.

I'm quite exhausted, really.I'm increasing my physical stamina, but my emotional one is getting thin.I think I'm going to burn out soon. I hope not. Many people are expecting from me. I swear I won't let me down.

I must be strong somehow, despite of the many emotional wounds I bear. Even if I stumble and fall, I'll struggle to stand up just to tell myself I'm alive, that I can live my life as I want it to be.

I want to be truly happy, but it seems so far away.

And I really want to cry so bad butI can't! I can't!

Because eagles don't cry. They simply soar the sky, and let her caress the tears away.

I just wish no one would clip my wings away...

Mirror

I stood before it, and I saw a ghost hovering over me.

Like a specter that watched me ever since immemorial. It grew with me, watched me along the way. And yet I never did the same to it.

It screamed one day, when I fell into depression. He must've experienced a bad day in that world of his. The specter looked at me and smiled sadly; there was nothing I can do.

When my heart fell apart, I consulted him, but all I saw were tears in his eyes, and blood stained his hand; it must've killed someone in that other world. The specter looked at me, his onyx eyes seemed frosted with ice. There was nothing I can do.

When I laughed and smiled, he was laughing and smiling all the way too. I would come and go and see him there, as if to check on me casually. But what really puzzled me is how he can copy my movements so perfectly...

I gasped; it was a realization of a simple fact.

But I cannot help but hide it. The specter just smiled and waved me off. 'Just go there and have fun' I read in his lips 'Come on, don't mind me in this world. I can deal with it'

'What makes you say that?' I would ask.

The specter merely smiled 'Because you're the one who's smiling, not me'

I would've answered, had I not turned off the light.

It was a beautiful day; I wouldn't waste my time in the gate to that other world I cannot reach.

After all, I'm sure he's enjoying himself over there, thinking the same thoughts as I have.

And perhaps he realized I'm jumping off a building.

He must be smiling.

Take care of Yourself

You are the only one who can take care of yourself.

You are you. He is he. She is she. You are what you think you are, and so what other think of you is what are as well.

Thus, what you think you are and what others think about you is what you truly are. But this is limited. You are the only one who knows the inner recesses of your mind, the depths of reality that only you can see. The mere truths that reside within you.

Since truth is with you, you must take care of yourself.

Just as there is a fundamental incompleteness within us, a void that we had since the very start of our thoughts. We are alone, we are isolated. We are separated from the walls between our hearts. That is what makes us unique

Since you are alone, you must take care of yourself.

Just as you cannot love others without loving yourself. Just as you can accustom yourself for much love since you have accustomed to never have been loved.

Were you abandoned? did you wear a mask all this time?

Did you acted like some noble person, and desired to dirty yourself so much so you cannot depend on others anymore?

This world is cruel place. You must take care of yourself.

Just as you try to attain praise form others. Just as you struggle with life's blows and misconceptions. Just as many others are suffering and hating, while you stand there doing nothing.

Can I be in your side? Can you be in my side?

Can you be more considerate, loving perhaps? can you extend your hand to another?

There is someone you can save, so you must take care of yourself.

Just as you are the created being of god. Just as you are the ruler of all the earth, the seas, and all the creatures before it. Just as you have the choice to extinguish the stars and borrow the curve of the moon. You are you. You must love yourself.

because people are alone out there. They are in pain, are they not? You're not the only one.

Or are you just more comfortable thinking that way?

And as the sun rises and sets in the sky, your life leads on.

You must take care of yourself.

Because no one will do

A fundamental emptiness

In truth, i wanted to post so much on how i feel so hurt inside.

but no words came out. sentences of despair never typed.

and that is emptiness. And somewhere, my heart screams.

Alchemy,Dreams, Omens, and Stones

Just recently, I read the book "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho, and I just had to praise the work so much, and much to my expression, I uttered cursing words of regret for not reading it earlier.

I felt I'm too old for dreams. I'm 19 and my high school and the two years of my college life aren't exactly what I hoped it would be. I found miserable people who lacked discipline and control in their lives. Encountered guides that are foolish, stupid and incompetent. Explored landmarks and places that brood nothing but drowned sadness and exhaled grudges. But in all that, I found worthy friends, valuable lessons, and most prized of all, huge bounds in my intellect and virtues.

Reading the book, I felt my insides churn painfully, and I felt so much regret wash over me. Letting my past rule over me, not letting myself open. Damnit, I've cried reading the damn book (and I had to suppress even if I was alone that night), and I realized how much I wanted to be that boy, the shepherd, who explored the world, met the different people, found the woman he loved, and a grand treasure. And i tell you, the book was no fairytale at all.

I believe I could reach that boy, somehow; I have always believed that I was destined for greater things, and that fate is just around me, with that little smirk on her face. I could never have a gypsy to tell my fortune, nor a king to guide me. Not a crystal merchant to give me the ideal salary, nor the alchemist that guide me in the way.

But I believe so much that I could meet someone like them in my lifetime. They're just out there, waiting for me. And hell, I'll throw in my wallet for luck.

After all, reading this book seemed to promise a good omen.

And I'm quite sure as I closed this book, my world just got a little bit brighter...

Knowledge, Wisdom, and godliness

Looking back into my past, I realized that my pursuit for knowledge and wisdom has extended itself to horizons I've never imagined I'd go to. And that fact alone made me smile in satisfaction.

I did brag that if I put all my effort from gathering intellect and mental training into my physical body, I could win the Mr. Universe, Mr. Olympia, multitasking every known man-sport (and win them all), and still have time to ponder on how rare a planet like Earth is.

Yep, that's how much effort I invested in my mind, and I have no time to humble myself over such an achievement. A person may not do well in many things, but he is VERY GOOD at the ONE thing he is WILLING to LEARN. I am a testament to such, and would be a corpse to undo it.

Knowledge and Wisdom...I would say I have always possessed a degree of amazement and fanaticism over them. To learn new things, to hunger and thirst for  facts, opinions, data...that is my passion, my burning light. The world thrives in a universe of knowing what to do and how to act upon such; the world was raised into the darkness, because man willed it so. His desire for progress, for liberty, for equality...all resulted from what he knows and what actions he executed from knowing such. The other side, however, is the desire for money, power, respect...can plunge this world into an inescapable darkness.

Man is god; it just humbled himself on making a "god" according to his image; of course, have you heard any successful god that teared away from human virtues and goals? Ever heard of god inventing new values or create a world of desires that goes against human virtues? Surely that "god" would be called a devil by then. That is why things and knowledge and wisdom are so important; they are man's tools for a seemingly omniscient and all-powerful power. Destroy these qualities, and humans are nothing but a waste of DNA, carbon, protein, and other complex biochemical components.

And by pursuing these two virtues fulfilled my godly duty, and every person does so in their own different ways. We are a realm of gods capable of bending our lives and fate by our actions. Only the insane, the coward and the fool would not try to use their godly powers.

So, have you tapped in you own god power?

I hope so, because you might see a brighter future ahead.

Oh, and did I not mention another force that is just as powerful as Knowledge and Wisdom.

Do you already know it?

Come on, the very fact that you read this blog all the way to the end  is the result of that force.

You still don't know? Or did you choose not to?

It's your CHOICE.

The real me

All this time, I've never shown my real self. Maybe because its so disgusting that I don't want to show it. So pathetic someone would laugh. So stupid and unreasonable that someone would say "Bakit mo pa pinoproblema yan?" ("Why do you have to make it a problem?).

*sigh* That's why I kept it all inside.

For someone to say to me all I thought of would be wrong. I want to cry so hard that I would screw my eyes out. Want to rant and rave about stupid friends and failed romances. Want to hug someone so tight and tell them not to let go for the next ten minutes. Want to be with someone who can hold my hand and say its going to be alright. Someone saying that I indulge to be possessive once in a while without pretentions. For someone to sincerely assure me that I'm not alone. For me to cook for someone and make them smile. To hold someone's hands and tell them how I enjoy being with them. To receive a pat from a bestfriend. To argue to someone who can handle their words beautifully, poetically, saracastically, and amusingly. For someone who can say that all I thought of may be wrong, but say I'm only human...

There are so much I want to experience, yet I cannot. Something's holding me back. Fear. Insecurity.

For someone who faced his first love's death, to see another girl being raped before my very eyes...I'm such a coward.

I want to be brave. But I don't know know where to start...

Oh, if there can be a hand extended...perhaps...

Never mind. I think I'm worthless anyway.

...Or can someone have that heart that can prove me utterly wrong?   

The 10 second quote

As I open my yahoo messenger on, I have ten seconds to think of a suitable quote...

should be something that fits my mood, my values, my perceptions...

that only takes 10 seconds...

That's the ahrd part...to think of something so reasonable, so imprfect, that it had to show what a shallow human I am.

Me, a poet living in land of quotes...ah, I hope the lady I will love will not grow weary of me.

For in all, if dreamers have slumber as paradise, what about a failure like me?