The Shortest Post In This Blog.

Hmmm. At one point, I think I should've had a sign on my head that says, 'Don't you dare fall in love with me'.
I'm stupid for posting this. Yes, more like insane.

An Interesting Exchange of Poetic Conversations

       Rarely do I encounter such people who speak and write like poets, and also those who have opinions and thoughts about a lot of things, those who think deeper about things than normal person would.

       Even though I am in a country surrounded by people who understand English well, it isn't everyday I meet people I could exchange opinions with. This time, I met an individual who can write sentences like those classical books I read. 

       It was simply mesmerizing and poetic, written with a rich vocabulary and an elegant tone. 

       Being a writer myself, I engaged him in what I made most out of my meager attempt. I'd say I was able to write the way I wanted, and I thoroughly enjoyed the exchange of lines. Yes, I am the inferior one, but I don't mind. 

I bow down to and recognize such talent. 

Here is what had been written:

HIM: I know that feeling, I live during the eerie night where the underlying darkness leads me to such an ominous feeling.

ME: When nothing else disturbs you, and the absolute silence becomes a comfortable cloak to sort out your thoughts. 

HIM: It is the overpowering melancholy that enshrouds me with comfort, nonetheless the ruins of the breaking heart could no longer seize it's incumbent reign in my soul, I am now bestowed with a sense of satisfaction, just by seeing a sight of a dark void scene.

ME: I revel in the darkness of the night, in the knowledge that everyone is asleep but I, alone to the loud echo of my soul. My mind speaks, the heart drips withheld emotions. I drown in the night, but neither I could fathom its endless mystery.

HIM: To hear such a weep from thou withal, tantamount to the whines of the lost and the forsaken ones, I, awful and grim, would like to plead with permissive respect, to allow myself to expound my greatest sympathy and grace. No doubts and blasphemy.

ME: Pity not the heart that speaks of misery and loneliness, but pity the proud heart that bows to no one but himself. Yet lend ears to those lost in the shadows, their endless wanderings almost never shedding light.

HIM: The light is oar a foe and a friend to a sight of just like thy, but indecisively, I, never lost the undying flame that flares within us all, the power of faith. In darkness, I shall sought the righteous, my lead shall heed towards the symphonies of blinding light ahead me. Without remorse, I bow down to you with simple words but honorable appreciation.

HIM(cont'd): Wait, wait, wait, for am minute there, shall we put an end to this epic? For each story that dwell in the past, written in forgotten scriptures but not in the everlasting lore, had to be put into it's end, for a new beginning?

ME: O, good friend, turn not a blind eye to the mesmerizing talent that you possess that renders me at loss for mere words! I so do bow to the ingenious and poetic tongue that speak of the world in such alluring prose.And so I take my leave, ending this alluring, lengthy narrative with a humble bow.

ME(cont'd at some point in the conversation):  Here are proof in front of me, dismissing your claim of lies!

HIM(at some point in the conversation): This time of the night is not well fit for a beautiful lady like you to be awake and still.

       I could really say, 'Wow'. It reminded me be back of the days when I used to exchange poetry with a someone years ago. I appreciated the conversation so much. I really hope I could write like that someday.

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NOTE: I am such a sucker for poetic lines aimed at me. But it was a really fun exchange. I don't really meet a lot of people who possess that kind of literary talent, and he just happens to be one those who do. Kudos to you!

The Acceptance of Loss

It's true when they say that the higher you rise, the harder you fall.

       You would understand this statement when we talk about losing. Not many people are prepared to accept defeat when they've been at the top for so long. It's normal, I tell you that. It's the shock of being punched out of the top. Nobody likes losing, not one bit.

      

      I happened to witness one such group taste the bitterness of being thrown out of the top spots. It's painful, and it doesn't seem right. For them, maybe. For our group, we've been the underdogs for so long. We managed at one of the top spots this year, contrary to their situation.

       I do hope that in the future, more people will be mature enough to accept such a loss with dignity and grace. It is the essence of sportsmanship. Just because one great team experienced a loss, it doesn't mean that they should go around accusing everything. 

       We should learn from our experiences, and start anew. We learn to recognize authority, and place the decision on such persons(judges) who very well understand exactly what the competition entails. And when we do question such decisions, we must do it in respect and in private, so as not disrespect the persons and participants involved. Our question will be answered if ask them right. There's no need to spew nonsense about it and come complaining in an angry tone.

      We're all learning, and one of the most important things to learn in life is to accept a loss in a mature way.

       There are chances to come back up again.