100th Post | My Point of View About Fate

100th Post!

Yay, this is my 100th post for this blog. If I add my posts from this blog with my old blog (which I have deleted years ago) then maybe it would've add up to more, but deleted posts do not count. So yeah, congrats me.

My Point of View About Fate

Fate is something that has been decided. By who or what, does not count. Maybe fate itself is a being. Relying on the point that it is something that decide things that happened, is happening and will happen in the future, fate itself is a mystery. People may say that "Fate is this...", or "Fate is that..." but before you continue, re-read and understand the title. It's My opinion of what is fate.

As I mentioned, fate is something that has been decided. It's a series of events that has happened, is happening and will happen. Such that, the phrase "If I'm good at..." or "I should have just... instead of..." is a no-no. Fate has decreed that 'A' is going to happen to you, instead of 'B'. Fate has chosen the 'A' lifestyle for you, not 'B'. Everything has been set. It's what determines who you are. It shapes you and differentiates you with other people through something called "personality".

Sure you can imagine "What if I have a...". Imagining is good. It makes you creative, makes your world-view wider, etc. However, dwelling about it, e.g. "Why am I like this? Why can't I be like that?" makes you immature.

Everything, past events, current events, good ones, bad ones happen for a reason (or reasons). Nothing happens without a cause. It may be good (in your point of view), but on the other hand if you think hard enough you'll notice that it does have its bad traits. It depends on your own view.

In my opinion, things that happen strengthens you in many ways. Maybe physically, mentally or spiritually. Even bad things that happen, gives you experience on how it feels when an unwanted incident happens. This experience helps you to mature. That is, if you think about it. Nothing happens without deep thinking. Take some time and dwell on the past. What is something good that you are able to gain from an incident in the past?

Past events shape you to who you are today. Some people have good experience with people resulting in them easily believing people. Some do not, making them hard to trust people. Some learn from others, and is able to become wiser than others who do not. All I'm saying is, be thankful and believe in yourself. If "personality" does not exist, the world will be full of robots. Maybe conflicts will not happen, true. Nevertheless would you live in a world of emptiness. than a world where you can choose to accept that conflict and push it aside?

P/s: I didn't draft this post. I just clicked on 'new post' and kept typing and typing till I think the whole post doesn't have a flow xD

Pain is the Only Thing I Feel

I just felt like putting the lyrics here. Plus it fits my mood completely. :P

The song is from Atreyu, entitled Slow Burn.

It begins with a dark glowing ember,
something black burning it's way out of me.
Searing the flesh,
pain is the only thing I feel,
scars all I see.

Oh no the fire's burning my insides again,
what can I do to silence my desire tonight?
Face consumer reason leaving all the ashes there,
you won't catch me for granting my decision,
I can't keep telling myself what I want to hear,
I can't just close my eyes.

I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best of me,
but I say, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you boy, tell you boy,
about the lies I lead.

That is how it kills, I got some flames and gasoline
Broken teeth replace the blackout memories in my head
Wreckage from the blast, it often shakes me to the floor
(to the floor)
I know it's over but I can't go home tonight.

And after this I feel as empty as the night before,
feel the pain and yet I'm still begging for more.
Masochistic, nihilistic, gurging wrecked up thoughts
My life's a mess and I can't find a way to fix it.

I can't keep telling myself what I want to hear,
I can't just close my eyes
(my eyes, my eyes, my fucking eyes)

I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best of me,
but I say, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you boy, tell you boy,
about the lies I lead.

Calling, calling out.
The darkness reaches up my soul,
I'm riddled with self-doubt.
Crawling, crawling out,
my will to fight will more than suffice,
while others will lay down.

It's only as dark as you make it.

I know that it's killing me,
and it's poisoning the best of me,
but I say, I don't want to believe.
So let me tell you boy, tell you boy,
about the lies I lead.