if you’re going to try.

“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.

This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation.

Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.

It’s the only good fight there is.”

— Charles Bukowski

Stories – Day 1 – Never stop fighting

This is one of my personal favorites. Enjoy.

At first I didn’t scroll down all the way so I thought “THE END” really was the end of the post, and the end of the story and I almost burst into desperate tears at the lack of resolution. It made me realize how much I agree with you. I’ve always been a dreamer. I was going to be salutatorian of my graduating class and attend college with a full ride scholarship. But I would’ve been miserable. I want to thrive, not just survive. So I gave all that up to go to school in France instead. People are meant to be fulfilled dreams, not societal norms. We weren’t meant to fit comfortably in boxes. Thank you for telling the truth, brother. Never stop fighting for your dreams.❤

 

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Welcome to the jungle

Welcome to the jungle. Sometimes its the hell on earth and the other times, its heaven and the paradise city and what not. Though the good times are hard to find. You have to really look out for and take the chances. There are instances you get sad about, little things that make you laugh, and the random events in your life that just leave you thinking. You never wanted to be a philosopher, but suddenly you are one of those person who have more than one perspective and think you’re smart enough to judge people around you. It’s not a big deal, more of a daily routine. People are afraid to find happiness, and fear little things, making it more difficult for themselves. Trying can be hard, but for those who do take a step further, shit still happens, and that too more often. But its good shit. Hearts get broken, loves get stolen, and you start running. But who said its all about rejection? What happened to the concept of getting up and trying again? Once, twice, thrice, four times, and so on. Maybe even 100th time. But isn’t it worth every effort that you put in? My argument is simple. If you are really going that far and always pushing your limits and the fenced boundaries of your comfort zone, just to get that thing you’ve always wanted, I believe it’s definitely worth it. To make this more delicious and add a cherry on top, the stories you get while pushing yourself out there are worth repeating over and over again.

That’s how you survive. To put it more significantly, that is how you live. Welcome to the jungle.

The Sun came down before I came

The sun came up before its time,

Shining with glory of a victorious war,

Fueling the life in nature and its rhyme,

It felt close, but vision realized it was far…

The wind broke loose,

Fell over the face,

My eyes forces to close,

Not in the disgrace,

But in the moment of burning lies,

That lay deep down inside,

I was racing towards the end of this play,

Only to realize its the heart that stays,

Till the end when you have ridden the waves,

Up and down the place you sway,

Just staying to the edge in the rough times,

Believing what’s worthy and going for its shine,

No wonder the push throws you away,

You still get on even after the shades of grey,

And when you find your way through the blue,

The Sun will be there waiting for you,

But it didn’t matter, neither your name nor fame,

The Sun came down before I came…

Revolution

You can’t feel the pain,

Until you see the bribers making gain,

You can’t feel the light,

Until you pull yourself out from the fight,

You won’t even remember,

What is new in this day,

‘Coz you never got time,

To climb out from your old and stupid ways,

That’s why we fight for ourselves,

For truth and not your lies,

‘Coz this is the thing,

That you can’t deny,

Just leave all those rights,

And let them find,

Their true owners,

Who just piss themselves all day and night…

You can’t even hold the hand,

Of your people stuck in sand,

Your pockets are full of dirt,

But we still don’t have a shirt,

You’ll make this world so great,

That only you’ll live in it,

But you won’t remember one thing,

That thats’s where we used to sit,

That’s why we fight for ourselves,

For truth and not your lies,

‘Coz these are the things,

That you can’t deny,

We’re the sons of war,

And we will defy,

You of every peace and freedom,

We’ll make you cry…