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Shackles cannot stop revolutions. Torture and threats can suppress but they cannot put an end to the spirit of revolution. There will always be those who dare to go for a head on clash with the forces of tyranny and evil, whether they be in the form of Mubarak’s dictatorial regime or Nawaz Shareef`s democratic dictatorship.
Presently people of Pakistan are fighting the battle for their survival,no it is not a civil war like the middle eastern countries. Pakistan is experiencing a – so far – peaceful revolt against the present corrupt and monopolistic setup.
The people came out on the call of revolutionary leaders on 14th August.
Hundreds and thousands of people came out and started the march towards the state capital Islamabad. The people of Lahore were under a brutal siege since the starting of August, but despite all odds, they broke the siege and came out in…
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What is my purpose? To live, to be, to love, to reproach, to care, to be open, to direct my thoughts, to think critically, and so much more.
I started my blog December 2013 and feel I have written more in this short time than I ever have. My true passion, I found though, is writing poems and short stories (but mainly poems). I simply enjoy it. Yes, I have posted some, sent some to contests/publication, and some to other online blogs. I do that simply to share them with others, not for recognition. Some I hold on to like journal entries, considering what I want to do with them. I feel that my poetry is my journal of thoughts on life and I do not always let go of them so easily.
Blogging has been great, but not really what I thought it would be or what I set out to do as a writer. I am considering ending my blogging journey in the coming months. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed it at times but I am not all that excited about the blogging format. I mainly want to focus on my writing that discusses social issues that are facing people in the world, along with a host of other things, and I do that mainly through my poetry. I feel that with blogging, it’s simply this: you post something, people like it, maybe make a comment. Nothing else happens. Maybe I am wrong for thinking this way, but it seems pretty pointless at times to me. I have enjoyed finding other bloggers and reading some interesting articles and I will continue to do that. For me though, not sure if blogging has accomplished what I intended and it takes away from other forms of writing I want to do. So, with that, we will see what course I take in the coming months.
In the meantime, what is my next step in the journey of life? Well, as an INFJ, I have come a long way from the teen/twenty year old struggling to find a place in the world. You see, as an INFJ (for me), life was a roller coaster ride early in my life. This was mainly due to feeling like an alien in a world where I was isolated and alone. I never fit in, I never tried to fit in, and I simply did not find enjoyment in the everyday things most others did. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed going out dancing, talking with close friends, and watching a good movie sometimes, but in the end those things were not sustaining to me. Now, at age 40 (in about two months), I have found my way. This doesn’t mean the journey ends, but it is only the beginning. Writing is my passion and hobby; caring for my home, cats, and family is my passion; as well as being a helping hand and listening ear to the downtrodden is my passion and I wish to pursue those things further.
I have decided, after a brief hiatus from working, to return to the nonprofit arena. I have downsized my life to the point that I can live off of a meager monthly stipend in order to have peace of mind and enjoy what I do. I have come to the place in life that I have to live with what I do in this world and I no longer take one day for granted. When my last breath is breathed on this earth, I want to be able to say I did the best with each day, so that I do not have to “rage against the dying of the light.” I feel that working for a corporation, especially in human service, is not for me. So, in true form of an Idealist, I am taking meager work for meager pay and have more peace for it.
So with that, I haven’t fully decided, but my journey blogging may be wrapping up soon. As for my work life, I will beginning a new journey mid September, and I am excited to see where it takes me. Who knows, maybe I will simply start a poetry blog, if I find that I wish to publish more of it but that remains to be seen. Like Bilbo Baggins, my life has taken an unexpected journey; a path that I look forward to seeing more of in the coming years.
“The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”
“The single most important quality needed to resist evil is moral autonomy. As Immanuel Kant wrote, moral autonomy is possible only through self-reflection, self-determination, and the courage not to cooperate.”
-Chris Hedges, Empire of Illusion
Seems we move along from one headline to another, like they are
the latest movie being released. We love horror stories. These are not movies, this is reality and we need not forget.
Originally posted on Lex Solo's Political Rantings:
Almost three months ago, social media broke out crying and condemning the horror of the kidnap made by the Boko Haram. 200 innocent girls were kidnapped for committing the worst crime of all – becoming educated. Today, social media is “informing” the world of another cause – Israel bombing Gaza, ISIS, and the Ebola outbreak. And those avid criers have moved on to another cause, which attracts more attention.
Now, please don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying at all to undermine the situation in Gaza or any of the others. What I’m trying to do is remind people about an atrocity that occurred not too long ago and has still not been solved.
The world broke out when the Boko Haram’s video of publicly selling the girls in the name of Allah. A couple of days later another video surfaced in which the Boko Haram should the girls as…
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Writing should bring enlightenment. Whether it be through poetry, short stories, articles, essays, whatever. Literature has, more times than not, brought change and enlightenment to a dark, lost world. Rousseau, Schopenhauer, Dickens, Whitman, Twain, Hedges, Zinn, Camus, Thoreau, Nietzsche, Joyce, Homer, Socrates, and I could go on and on. It’s no different today. There are those who have something great to say. There are bloggers I want to mention that I learn from: Lex Solo, Operation Pakistan, Sylvia Writes, Plato Shrugs, Antryump, BeckyDue, IdiotWriting, Lauren Sapala, and Sensitive New World. I could go on but these stand out to me the most. We must publish, share, distribute, whatever to get awareness out about various topics. This is how it has always been, and this is how it should always be in the future. To all my fellow writers, keep doing what you do!
Cold, distant, frigid, bleak, unfeeling
That is what you are
You forget others in the blink of an eye
Because your heart is aloof
Unresponsive because your affections lie elsewhere
You do not have time for the suffering of others
Sports, movies, cars, and gadgets
They are more important than the dying gasp of humanity
While you sleep, the foul stench of greed crept in
But you do not care because you have your comforts
Food, sex, entertainment, and gossip
That is all that matters
Why weep for the dying and the exploited?
They probably deserved it, right?
Because you are cold and distant you cannot feel their plight
So excuses you make for why they suffer, so you can sleep at night
Or you drown your sorrows in order to sleep?
Peace evades you because you are ice cold and unresponsive
You toil in order to pay the master
He likes it that way and so do you
While children lay dying and choking on their own blood
You laugh, a petty laugh of insincerity over petty jokes
Things that are not funny, amuse you because you are cold
You do not have time for truth or wisdom
You will be left alone
You will die in your ignorance
When death and destruction rain down, your cold exterior will not save you
You will have no one on which to rely
For you forgot the creed of humanity
“Do unto others…” and “The greatest of these is love”
Because of that you will lie in waste and want
Destruction will come swiftly while you sleep
So go ahead, laugh at the misery of others
Party and get high while the innocent are murdered
Drink your fill of the lies you are told
For I see the dawn is arising, and it is brimming with retribution and reckoning
“Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark, a sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was, so will it always be. In time, all foul things come forth.”
-Thranduil, The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug