People are saying it's not Wuthering Heights, it's "Wuthering Heights" (in quotations so that we wouldn't take it as a direct adaptation). Screw that! As if they're not marketing it as an adaptation! I hate that I'm enraged by this cause rage is what sells the film.

Greenlights by Matthew McConaughey

Allowing myself to enjoy life doesn't have to be grand. It could be the simple act of decorating my room, which currently looks like a tomb. I've never let myself feel too comfortable in my own room, because it won't stay mine forever. One symptom of my fear of attachment. But it's also a symptom of my iconophobia. I am afraid of idolizing objects and pictures. For the longest time, half of me even fought against my love for books.

Materialism and consumerism scare me but the other extreme, hyper minimalism and monasticism also scare me.

There has to be a way to balance these.

Puppy in the sky

Talent monopolization goin on🔥

I tell myself, don't be hard to the touch. Let beauty move you. And old trees renew your hope. Let mornings weaken your bones and night skies nourish  your soul. Let music move you to tears and people change your opinions. Let God love you to life and surprise you at places you least expected Him.

Postpone your death. Be alive for now. You can be dead when you die.

So, be soft to the touch.

Memento Mori. Remember that you must die!
And they'll bury you. For burying the dead is the right thing to do. All-embracing earth knows that. So does the forgetful mind.

When time doesn't heal the bereaved, it numbs them. To restore life within the living. Or at least to preserve it.

And thus, what has come for our predecessors is coming for us. We will have to perform our duty and pass on. Move on. Having cleaned up after ourselves. So that our heirs can mold a world after their own heart.

Meanwhile, we build. As a cope out. Or maybe because we know that's honorable. Giving instead of taking.

Creating as an act of worship. As a way to show our solidarity with the Creator. Because we long to see that it is good to have done, even when the deed is flawed.

And thus said the psalmist, "Teach us to number our days..."

Beget

When we have nothing else to do,
Let's take half of me and half of you;
Put them together for an end goal,
From two masterpieces a masterwhole.

There are times I feel like I'm lulling myself. That to keep living is a state of deep sleep. Ignorance of your short-comings, your lack and ultimate hopelessness. And I feel ashamed of all my endeavors. Like I've woken up from a dream and I can't believe I cared about its trivial plot.

How much sleep is too much? How much wakefulness is a vice?

Any semblance of optimism seems naivety. Belief and blindness merge in my eyes.

What I know pales in comparison to what I do know. Because unchecked cruelty weighs me down more than a thousand parted seas. I hold a grudge on Whom I don't blame. For his nonintervention.

The answer to some questions is their annulment. And nobody does that best than him. So I'll wait.

I'm not going to wrap this up in a positive note. Not today. This is my offering. The vulgar, naked truth of my unbelief. It's all I've got.

Carpe Diem

Among the grievances of earth,
Amidst mourning my losses,
Along the way to my lone grave,
I stopped to smell the roses.

I’m well aware that I am late,
I’m later than the others.
It’s only bound to be the case,
When one pursues what matters.

I get such satisfaction when I pay for little things. There's a part of me that wants to cry too. But for the most part I'm deeply grateful that I have the money to spend on anything at all. Probably because I'm sheltered as my parents pay for the real bills.
Let's hope I maintain this gusto in the future.

"I love paying rent when the rent's due."
- Tupac