A writer's Heart

Can sadness be a direct link to happiness? My answer is there is less than a degree within them. Sadness are those dark moments that mark our life with bruises, that we cover with walls we use to protect ourselves.  While  happiness is a comparison to what a child feels when they get a new toy, that jolly emotion that makes you want to jump and explode. The most sorrowful moments in our life are what make us a person full of barriers,  someone with bruises that need to be finally opened, and let heal for good. Every time we accomplish one of this we are a little happier. Each scar is a proof of the hardships in life, the battles we fought, suffered and survived.

There was a little smile after so much sadness. Could anyone really understand what she was going through?  That emptiness, that tightness in her heart, that sorrow, that despair and that frustration she could no longer contain. The desperation, the increased heartbeat, that sensation that you are going crazy! Anxiety!

How can death be described? There isn't a direct answer, no right or wrong response. Every person has a different description for this 5 lettered word. Theoretically it is when your heartbeat ceases to function..... Death! The deceased individual feels no further pain, not physical or emotional. It is sleeping without having to ever wake again; no more need for oxygen or food. There is no further suffering, no emotions to be felt. At that point you aren't aware of what is happening around you anymore. You can not hear the cries or see the sadness in your loved ones as you have parted the world of the living. You just lay there, in a suite or dress as every person that knew you passes by your coffin to see your cold, pale body one last time. I believe death itself is sadness, even if a Christian or not, there isn't a better word to describe it. I could never be happy somebody died, even if it was a consequence of a disease, an accident, a suicide, a murder or just age. ...

Rational and composed, a possible philosopher if desired, someone who can see beyond the simple words and enjoys the more sophisticated ideas. Can a person be described like this? Yes! A person's strength is what allows them to be admired, the talents, the virtues and the personality. The amazing things about them, usually the book cover, the design, the color and the title; yes those are what every person easily see's. Yet how often have you ever went beyond the book cover in a library book? Believe me what's inside each book is yet more inspiring and perfectly written. Open that book and realize that the first chapter is the opening to really getting to know that person. The sequel of chapters will open your mind to every wall created by that individual for protection against excruciating moments they went through. As you continue you will start to know the real story, the weakness and how persevering that person has been. I have realized that sometimes taking a boo...

She had started over thinking, she was not happy of the actions she repeated, that gut feeling again. Desperation, anxiety and self pity for her actions, how did she permit herself to commit the same mistakes again. You might wander if what she did is that terrible to make her this frustrated. The answer is simple, it's not something that will kill her humanly, but emotionally it destroys her every time she falls for it. She knew she had to stop, she had that right but again she let herself go to far. Her mentality keeps seeing things as a game she has to be better at and that weakness is used by the wrong person. The simple fact that she allowed herself to be manipulated into it shows how powerless she can be. How can someone so strong willed, be so foolish and let herself be ordered without contemplation and be jolly about it? Its quite incomprehensible how she lets this happen when her desires where to never repeat such actions and move forward. She is aware that every memor...

It was his usual routine, take a short run, smoke a cigarette or two, and sit for a while in the park. He was well aware that the cigars had already started to affect his lungs; he felt the shortage in breath as he ran but he just needed it after all the days stress. How can a father stand the pain of seeing his daughter being slaughtered on tape by some murderer? A man who is on the run and the police have no information on. Its an open case with no results, and all the pain of seeing your wife in deep depression. Having a three year old child who is really innocent and doesn't deserve to pay for somebody else's sins. It's not an easy life, try to smile to your son and tell him, "Mommy is sick but will be fine soon." Yet you know she has lost her reason to live, and you have no idea how give her that desire when yourself feel hopeless.

As she rested, her mind suddenly started to wander of, as absentminded as usual. She had forgotten where she was and her imagination started again, the sky was too cloudy not to realize a heavy rain was coming soon. She started to hurry home, but as usual lost her track as her attention was captured by a small cat that was wandering off. The first thing that came to her mind was, the kitten lost her mommy. She had forgotten she had to get home herself and started to follow the kitten, into the near forest. The deeper she went into the forest, darker it started to get, without realizing it she lost track of the cat. She wasn't afraid even so and started her way back out, after walking for a few minutes she realized she had gotten lost. The night was soon coming and for the first time that day she realized she should have gone straight home. She sat under a tree and started crying without contemplation knowing nobody was around. Everything started to tremble and suddenly she...

He was a normal guy, actually nothing other than the ordinary, at least nothing that would attract her, but she was a little crazy, not confident but too idle to lay still. So they met by the weirdest casualty, one friend introduced them, she got anxious and so the story begins. She eventually got his number and not long enough realized what a jerk and play boy he was, not that she would eventually mind. Her love for games was too much that she wouldn’t let herself fall in love with him, all she needed was a little extra fun. The evening messages always led to nothing, and she got bored too easily, but eventually she realized how accustomed she had become to talking to him. Even though  he never made a good conversation that was worthy of her time, always the foolish talks of a man with an ego bigger than anything. According to him he spiced it up with conversations only men create, there hormones speaking and not their brain. The problem was she did got captured by those,...

Soft and gentle, how can something that simple make someone that jolly. Her smile wasn’t on her face, but if you saw her brown eyes you could see a sparkle that wasn’t there before. Her soul and heart danced to the memory of that little feeling, she felt all that emotion in one second from something she didn’t expect, something she didn’t even dare to dream of. She always knew she shouldn’t ever dare to feed that feeling, she still knew that even after this she shouldn’t ever expect more. But her broken self desired to dream even if it was just a little, dream for what she knew was just something with no probability of ever being. She knew that scientifically it was not possible, so she never expected anything else.  If it ever came to love, it was just that sometimes even when she didn’t desired it, she unconsciously cared more for him than herself, even though she could never open up to him. She couldn’t allow herself to love him, no all she could ever do was care for him, as t...