When should I trust? Who should I trust?
In a battle, a warrior must guide his own back. There is no one to fully trust, because sometimes, exposing your vulnerability will only mean danger for you.
My friend, in a war where in you are left alone to fight for yourself and the rest of the world, you cannot help but seek for company, for someone who will fight alongside with you. As no man is an island, we are social in nature. We do not just exist, for we coexist with one another.
But why am I saying this?
I think I have to remind you that no one else can fully read your mind but yourself. You alone can understand you, you alone know you, and you alone can change you. Yes, some may have a glimpse of how you act, they may even judge you, but do they know the reason behind why you are such? Do they even care to find out? And if they do, do they understand what it feels like to be you?
I’m afraid they cannot, my friend, because they can never be you the same way you can never be them. We are born with similarities, but we are molded with differences. It is as of how all apples are apples but we taste them in various ways.
So I must say, that even though we are tied in a commitment, you cannot expect anyone to fight your battle for you. They have their own war to win, my friend, expecting much from them will only hurt you.
I’ve tried to understand how our story went
and now I know
that our love is that of Icarus and the Sun
too blinding, too risky, too deadly-
it was meant to end as fast as it started.
I am the blinding Sun you’ve yearned for years
but you’ve forgotten you’re made of wax
so on the day you finally flew near me
you find yourself melting away slowly
At the end, you walk away like they’re nothing
As I have loved you more, you suffocate
because you become less day by day
While I burn brighter than anything else
I am the Sun
You are Icarus
No matter how much I hold on
I’ll just kill you.
And you have killed me, too
by telling me that those short days
meant nothing to you
and by letting me pretend
that we haven’t shared
a few days of passion
a few days of ecstasy
But on the days after you’ve left
I find myself no longer wishing to be with someone else
And I envy how you seem to be okay
better, even, without me
while I’m getting dimmer
until I fade eventually.
— for the Sun is meant to be alone // hrh
art by: Gabriel Picolo
Why are stories of angels
being cast away
were always about them falling in love?
of how they have gazed
upon a face
and felt their souls ache
longing for greater than what is above
Yet, even as they are damned
they would do everything
to protect and save their beloved
They say that being in heaven
is being home
maybe that is why
angels would rather
have their wings stripped off
– So please don’t ask me
why I love you more
than I should. // hrh
You have always been questioned about your scars. You would sometimes give a laugh for an answer, for you know that even without your words they already have assumed answers on their head. And they look at you with curious eyes, not knowing that you can see through them. You can see their judgments, you can see their disgust, you can see their pity. Then, while you are gone, they talk as if they know you when they don’t, and they stab you silently with the stained glasses of your trust that they had broken.
What they don’t know is that you’re a fighter. With your own blood you cleanse their wrongs by ignoring them and living the best of what you can have.
Continue reading Wear Your Scars Like an Armor
Why is our generation depressed?
Because we are pressured into thinking that even doing our best is not enough. We are labeled lazy, but the truth is, we face the problems that older generations made and expect us to solve them.
Because we are still haunted by the prejudices of the past. We fight for recognition, equality, justice- all things that should have been given way before.
Because the society lets us believe that shallow things matter. Fame, appearance- we cannot escape judgment especially on the height of technology. We question ourselves when we do not meet its standards.
Because relationships nowadays mean so little. Forming friendships is like being in a poker game where you wouldn’t know one’s intention until it’s too late. Commitment is fragile, built on sand instead of cement, so it fades away quickly.
Because we were taught to hide our weaknesses instead of embracing them. Everybody is going to use it against you. Everybody is going to judge you.
Because dreams no longer mean happiness. They also need to be convenient, not just for yourself, but for everyone else related to you in a way who can benefit.
Because hope is already tied with too many broken promises, mistrust, and shattered expectations. We are so used to the idea of hopelessness that we make jokes about how foolish it is to even have the slightest hope in the simplest things.
Why is our generation depressed?
Because we are tired of fighting battles that have been fought for generations.
Imagine, just imagine.. how the next generations will be.
The Iliad has always been my favorite, though not for the love of Greece but of Troy. The mighty Hector is close to my heart, and I pity his fate and of the Trojans who were only casualties from a war brewed by the senseless pride of the gods. I cannot stress enough how much I hated Achilles for killing Hector. Hector, my mighty Hector, tamer of horses, and the most pious Prince. I have loved how he was one of the champions in mythology who was often told to act for the greater good. The Greeks in the Iliad were mostly depicted as barbarians. I think the Iliad, although a tale of Greece, was always made to highlight the tragedy of Troy.
This book has surprised me. I must be honest that I do not usually read books with themes as such, but this.. this one I recommend to others like me who are fans of mythology.
I am sorry, Hector, but this has given new light to Achilles and of why he is considered as one of Greek Mythology’s mightiest heroes, next to Perseus and Heracles. It was told from Patroclus’s point of view, and it made me understand him better. The writing style is light and yet it takes you back to the old age when gods would interfere with mortal matters. I admire the storytelling involved. Most people shun books that use words that are not common and hard to comprehend, but I did not have trouble with this.
Miller has mastered how to connect with the readers. She has made Achilles is much more than how Hollywood depicted him to be on countless movies about him. He is a true Demigod. I love how this mighty hero cannot be wavered by all or anything but his love for Patroclus. I have felt how pure and genuine their love was for each other, how Patroclus is what grounds Achilles to his mortality. I also want to note that how despite of war they had tried their best to keep their dignities somehow intact. The character developments are exciting as they are spiral and they add spices to the story, even minor ones like the other soldiers in the war.
But of course, my opinion might be based on how Achilles was so much like Percy in this book. The bravery, the invincibility, the hubris, and of course, the loyalty to Patroclus- all traits of a great Greek Demigod.
Perhaps you found me
at a time when I was lost
and just beginning to understand
Perhaps you were
the first light
that I have seen
after being in the dark
for so long
Perhaps you were
just a stranger
with the enough amount of kindness
and a little bit of charm
Regardless of how I have foreseen
and how I have long reminded myself
not to fall again
You had me at an impact
and broke my heart
just the same.
— And now I’m back to how I was before you came. // hrh
photo: Remember Me
Sometimes you’d surprise me out of nowhere,
ready to spend the day with me
Sometimes your smiles would be meant for me,
and you’d look at me like I was your world
Sometimes, you’d call in the middle of the night
to tell me you miss me
Sometimes you’d look into my eyes
and tell me you love me
While I always wait for you to come,
and you’re the only one my eyes see,
How I always miss you when you’re not with me
and how I always say I love you daily
Because that’s the thing-
I am just your “Sometimes”, never your “Always,”
and I love you too much to be contented with pieces of you
while I give all of me.
– But just this once, I don’t need a “Someday,” I need a “Today.” // hrh