The Start of a New Year

It is the start of a new year.  I am determined to make this the year when I begin my career in writing alongside my primary source of income.  There are many goals I wish to achieve in 2014.  Among which mostly involve my little family–my girlfriend and 2 year old daughter.  I would like us to attain stability from this year forward and I would also like to work the hardest on growing my skills in writing.

I received the most amazing Christmas present from my wonderful girlfriend, Claudia, whom gave me a Waterman Hemisphere fountain pen personalized with my name on it along with ‘642 Things to Write About’, both of which I have already started using.  She has been a great support and motivation to me and I am confident that I will be able to accomplish my literary goals soon due to her coaching.

I will be posting every one of the ‘642 Things to Write About’, so feel free to read them and please offer your most honest critiques.

I wish everyone a prosperous and successful year!

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The Start of a New Year

Happiness is Borrowed

Moments of happiness, scattered and isolated, yet peaceful and sublime, are bestowed upon us simply to be erased instantaneously. Rivalry and contention exists simply to remind us of how ephemeral the pinch of bliss really is. Eternal happiness will never exist, but it almost seems better that way, because we learn to savor the short-lived happiness with delicacy. In the end, sunshine is born after the fearful storm.

Happiness is Borrowed

Wisdom and Knowledge are not the Same

Wisdom does not spring from knowledge, but through observation. Knowledge is dead without application. Wisdom, however, can be imparted from experience.
The example of the sage teaches more than the contents of a thousand books.
Wisdom always listens whilst knowledge only speaks.
The wise man is a fool in the scholar’s eyes, but only because the wise man does not boast of his intellect. On the other hand, scholars abound and speak only what another has already discovered.
The sage knows little, but he understands vastly. He isn’t abreast with the teachings of scholarly level, but he cares more for his neighbors’ lives than for his own.

Wisdom and Knowledge are not the Same

Dormi, fili, dormi

Oh, ephemeral life,
Granting the wishes of the villain
Whilst slaying the meek of the land.

Fate–she only responds to bloody hands;
It is all that she demands.
Death is her beauty that she bestows
With the most aggressive pose.

When will we learn that prayers are only a despicable cry that the Horned Beast hears?
How long will you wait for God to wipe your crystalline tears?

Shout! Plea only to she who wields the scythe.
Peace you will attain by the kiss–
The kiss of her blade…
Instant bliss
You shall not miss.

Clothed and cloaked in darkness.
She beckons you to slumber;

“Oh, do not delay,
my sumptuous decay.
Put me to rest,
For my life I do detest.
The Lord took my poor soul
And gave it to the Kings.
Now my flesh burns just like coal,
And from the soil my blood sings.”

And in that day, you shall not hear the choirs of singing angels.
No, for it is Darkness who pervades.
Samhain now invades.

“Dormi, fili, dormi.
Requiescat in pace.”

Dormi, fili, dormi

God’s Irrelevant Existence

The proof of the existence of God or gods, or lack thereof, is unessential and, at times, detrimental to the survival and further development of the human race. The only existential truth is that man has been left to fend for himself in poverty, sickness, misfortune and death, without help from any realm beyond reasonable grasp. Therefore, the need to be judged or to judge on the basis of the dictations of a being or beings whose existence and purpose have yet to be declared is prehistoric and by all means a nuisance. If man must aid himself and his neighbor than so must he follow the standards of his own innate morality.

God’s Irrelevant Existence