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Arms of the Kraken
Friday, September 16, 2011
My feet all snugged up in the soft sand while looking out on the shore, watching all the happy faces splashing about in the water. The borders of waves distinctly separated the people into two entities. The ones already in the water, leaving those on land either preferably staying dry, or those yet to be preyed on and dragged to the other 'side'. It's been awhile since I swam and I wasn't thinking of getting wet. Most of them, had no intention either. But regardless the circumstances, without choice, those that shouldn't, wouldn't and couldn't swim, one by one they got dragged in to their fate. A fate most of us rejected strongly until swept away by a team of determined folks. Once our skin touched the water, we knew it was over. The beauty was seeing how everyone embraced the water right after the few seconds of despair and struggle. In time, almost everyone who was caught in the arms of the Kraken was having fun in the water, as though they were naturally part of it. A extreme change of feelings that is. And it was as though whatever that held as back previously was now an unchangeable fact. We were wet, dirty, sticky and uncomfortable in all manners. And there's nothing we could change about that, well aside for our clothes, not that everyone brought extras anyway. It wasn't the usual state we'll be in, but still something tolerable, something, when made the most out of, becomes endlessly enjoyable.Labels: life, thoughts
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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Arms of the Kraken
Friday, September 16, 2011
My feet all snugged up in the soft sand while looking out on the shore, watching all the happy faces splashing about in the water. The borders of waves distinctly separated the people into two entities. The ones already in the water, leaving those on land either preferably staying dry, or those yet to be preyed on and dragged to the other 'side'. It's been awhile since I swam and I wasn't thinking of getting wet. Most of them, had no intention either. But regardless the circumstances, without choice, those that shouldn't, wouldn't and couldn't swim, one by one they got dragged in to their fate. A fate most of us rejected strongly until swept away by a team of determined folks. Once our skin touched the water, we knew it was over. The beauty was seeing how everyone embraced the water right after the few seconds of despair and struggle. In time, almost everyone who was caught in the arms of the Kraken was having fun in the water, as though they were naturally part of it. A extreme change of feelings that is. And it was as though whatever that held as back previously was now an unchangeable fact. We were wet, dirty, sticky and uncomfortable in all manners. And there's nothing we could change about that, well aside for our clothes, not that everyone brought extras anyway. It wasn't the usual state we'll be in, but still something tolerable, something, when made the most out of, becomes endlessly enjoyable.Labels: life, thoughts
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