The terrorists have won.

Whenever I get my bags ransacked at every mall, airport, train station and cinema...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever I get frisked, stereotyped and deemed as a potential threat to security because of my clothes...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever I hear people complain about the government but helplessly accept the way things are as realities that we have to live with...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever I see people give consent to those in power to scare them with structures, laws and ordinances that take away their liberty...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever homeowners in subdivisions choose to protect their homes with gates, guards and stickers because they can afford to purchase a claim to their dwellings...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever, I choose to see the world as a dichotomy of 'us' and 'them'...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever I hear a preacher tell me to submit to man-made authorities, to accept evil as a part of a grand scheme of things or when they scare me with hell and then promise me heaven in a distant ethereal realm beyond this life...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."
Whenever I hear of an activist who would write a permit to practice their right to express their convictions...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorist have won."
Whenever I live a content life of TV, Facebook, individualism expressed in fashion and whenever I'd find happiness in the things I buy...
...I breathe a silent sigh and think to myself: "it's ok the terrorists have won."

happy birthday to me...

I slept 1 AM today and woke up to find myself another year older but not wiser...however the best part of it was that yesterday the clock struck 12 while we were talking: signaling a new day, another year of my life and hopefully a new life with her, the day ended again with the clock striking 12 while talking to her a new day, another year and hopefully a new life...happy birthday to me...

ut haud lacrima can exsisto effundo.

Why can’t I cry?

Does the absence of tears mean that I have gone past the point of crying?

Have I totally lost my humanity that I am not totally devoid of emotion?

I have gone past the point of crying…one can only wonder why the things hoped for are the things that blow up onto our faces with a resounding “no!”

I have gone past the point of caring. For the nth time I have been burned and rendered broken for caring.

I have gone past the point of living.

I’ve done so much.
I’ve hurt so many.
I’m a miserable person.
God help me now…

decisions

for the longest time i've been asked to make decisions on what is just, fair and equitable to all parties
for the longest time i've made decisions based on such principles
for the longest time i've been told that what i did was the noble thing to do
for the longest time i've been made to feel that what i did was right
but for the longest time i betrayed my heart and its desires....