Fame

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Why are all of us so focused on becoming known to the world? Why are we so determined to prove to the world that we really are ‘perfect’— whatever that means.

Reality is so much different. I can’t emphasize that enough to the younger generations that look up to celebrities, imagining themselves in their place. Every little kid, from even before they learn to walk, wants attention. This attribute obviously fades off for some of us but for most, it stays intact for the rest of our lives.

Who are you seeking attention from? Why are you risking so much just to prove that you really are good enough?

A few years ago, I was very determined to be known. For being a great guitarist, a great singer. Basically anything that I thought I was good at. I was so sure that that was what I wanted to do. All my energy was toward letting people know who I truly was. To just show me talent. To prove to them that I had it in me. Prove it to who?

So when I saw a flyer stating that there’d be auditions for a local music competition, I knew that this was it. This was where I’d start to become the star I wanted to be. This was where the world would know who I was. Days went by. I practiced a song that I had written. Over and over; in front of the mirror, in front of my parents, in front of my friends. The night before the audition, I was doing my practice routine in my room when I stopped mid song. A question had popped up out of nowhere. I didn’t know where it came from; maybe it was at the back of my mind the whole time. I asked myself out loud, Why do I have to prove my talent to the world? That question really shook me because wasn’t it enough that I had proven it to myself? That night, I decided I didn’t need to go to the audition. Sure I could go for fun, but even if I went, I wouldn’t be able to satisfy everyone. I wouldn’t have gotten the approval from everyone that I was skilled or talented. And even then, their opinions wouldn’t have mattered. They wouldn’t have defined who I am or who I want to be. It is my happiness that matters.

Because when you truly give up trying to impress people and worrying about what they might think, that is when you find true happiness.

That wins over everything.

Why do I blog?

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A question I ask myself almost every time I sit at my laptop with a warm cup of something in my hand.

Every time I click the Create a New Post button and start typing.

Every time I lay in bed awake thinking of what I just posted that day.

Or when I lay awake thinking of what I’ll post the next day.

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After the Love

When Love Dies

When love dies,
It ceases to exist.
And the flame that used to be,
Ceases to persist

It feels like a wound that won’t stop bleeding,
Like it’s your last breath you’re about to take,
And it feels like your soul’s watching,
And all you can do is pray you wake.

When love dies,
It’s like everything slows down to a stop
The tears that came rolling down your cheeks
Are taking ages to drop

To the cold tiled floor
I fell onto my knees,
It felt as if the light followed her shadow,
As she slammed closed the door…

Love died,
I know this because my soul died too.
And it was hurting as much
As all the pain I put her through.

When love died
I ceased to exist
The only thing that kept us together…
Ceased to persist.

by Billy Arends

Source: After the Love


No idea how this could possibly be inspirational? Oh but it is. The way the author has used simple words is inspiring. Words that don’t need to be looked up in the dictionary yet when combined in that order seem so powerful is inspiring. Filling up the voids of his broken heart with lyrics of his own poem is inspiring. Still don’t agree? Here’s something else. The photograph of the dead roses adds to the feeling of the poem. It invokes feeling. That is truly inspiring to me.

“You can find inspiration in everything. And if you can’t, look again.”
~Paul Smith

Blog: Dark Society


Alright, so one day I was just searching up some random poems and I came upon this blog. Something about it just struck me and I thought, “I want to be a blogger.” So that day, I made an account on WordPress and started my blog. And so I’d like give a thank you to the writer of this blog because you’ve truly been my inspiration and motivation.

Source: Dark Society