What is life?

We are caged into the prison of mediocrity, of becoming part of the norm.

A statement that runs so deep in my soul. Everyone’s infatuated with this idea of being accepted. Not being seen as “strange”, “different” or “weird.” That they loose themselves amidst societal norms.

We need to make a conscious effort to take a step back. To ask ourselves if our actions are a reflection of who we are. Who we want to become. Have we really fell victim to blindly following the crowd? This is a lifestyle so toxic.

Life. What is life?

Is it the breathing of oxygen?

Is it to wake up each day and uphold a monotonous schedule? This is a meaning I abhor. 

Our days have become superimposed by each other. There’s no strife to outdo yesterday. Each day becomes confused with another as we’ve become content with normality. 

So much that’s listed into schedules. And yet nothing is accomplished.

Daily routines we tirelessly use to spend our days. Responsibilities we’re obliged to perform. Rules required to follow. Empty statements that serve as sentence fillers. Questions, and not all are being answered or deemed as answerable. There goes the plans that were never put into action. 

Somehow, these actions connect our experiences and make us alike to each other. We are caged into the prison of mediocrity, of becoming part of the norm.

What happened to being unique. Why have we become so satisfied with “normal” that we have nothing else to strive for. What happened to staying true to who you are. Or what you believe resonates within your soul. What happened to outdoing the person you were yesterday. And being intentional with your actions.  Then being intentional with the people you surround yourself with.

So many questions to ask yourself. 

~Inspired by Crazzyiia ❤


Your transient claims about the world continue unexplained.

The rain quenched the thirst of the land. That’s something that’ll never change.

The sun rose at the dawn of winter months. In spite of the blazing shine, the cold stays the same.

The baby’s born with an emergent cry, that fades away as her mother sustains

transient waves, transient gaze

that look of adoration continues to amaze

with its glistening twinkle that always pervades

your love and conviction shall always remain.




Brown skin

I can remember the exact moment when I felt my skin reflected me.

Chocolate, brown, black, I could feel the sun encircling my body in a warm embrace as I took to its glistening rays. Shinning with radiance my chocolate seeped into my soul..

Everywhere surrounding I felt powerful as I became entrenched in my roots.

I could imagine my ancestors as they worked diligently in the unfettered sun. Their skin became accustomed to this delirium..

But alas, this “delirium” is what gave their skin character. The diligence of their ways was encouraged by the rays

Giving rise to the sight of work that took heavens might

Darker and darker their shades grew as they worked longer and longer. The suns rays became stronger as they grew fonder of the absent delays.

A will power amplified by the glowing encouragement

So how dare I be ashamed of a skin that took so many years to cultivate.

“Sun kissed skin.”

This sounds like the world has an unconditional love that’s always there to motivate. A love that never fades

Shining and shining…

Looming Reality

I can’t sleep

I wake up and find myself imagining my life as though an omniscient force has grabbed me. Took me way up high into the heavens of the earth and allowed me to witness the happenings below. Into the galaxy I flow, weightless, without the burden of living. Until suddenly, I’m in free fall. The force has pushed me out, and forced me back into reality. “You must live life…”

This subconscious voice speaks to me.

A huge drop, and I’m in a war torn area surrounded by rubble and smoke. I see the non existent flesh on the bodies of the young as their hearts suck from within, for a protective barrier. The screams, a cacophony of fear, characterizes the air with a looming thickness. My body begins to tremble violently as I realize this life is reality.

I’m conflicted as I think about how my day has transpired. Into something I have no control over. I raise my hands up above. Searching.

For mercy.

For wisdom.


And searching for truth. Times like these disgust as I fall into the category of human nature. The instinct –solely-to ask for help simply for being at the lowest point perceivable. This is wrong. 

In acceptance of my downfall, I’m fully aware, however, I get on my toes and continue to stretch my arms to the highest extent.

And suddenly I’m flying, like a seagul I soar into the clouds and wander off into the distance. The wind ruffles my feathers as I grow higher and lean further from the earth. And the destination that awaits opens a pathway, towards an abyss of unknown darkness. I open my eyes and….

I’m back with the children. I can’t run away. This is my reality. And I stare off in dismay into those eyes of glazed fear. I stand up and maneuver myself through the rubble. Aiming for that warmth of human contact. To shower the children with love and care. Closer, closer I’m almost there. She reachers out a finger.. and my hands, as though with a mind of their own, levitate to find her.

But to my surprise, my final destination is my living room couch. I’m awakened by the tapping of my shoulders from my sister to go upstairs. Back into the lair of deceit.

On Global Intervention

As one of the p5 nations, a global hegemon, a powerhouse for military ammunition, resources, and ingenuity, why are we so apathetic.

I get it somehow, but at the same time, I grow more confused.

What I understand is this, however. A question.

When is it right to intervene in a country for a breach in rights? A civil human right. At the same time, when does this involvement become an issue of imposing one’s western ideals on the cultural sovereignty of a fellow state?

Another question. How can one affirm that they’re analyzing this “human rights violation” from the standard of their own norms. Consider this case. The hijab, burkini, and nikab.

From a western standpoint, observers of these things are being oppressed. However, from the standpoint of a Muslim woman herself, she is simply engaged in an act of religious devotion. In no way does she feel oppressed, but rather impressed at herself for such conviction and empowerment. 

At the same time, how does one know when and how to further analyze the issue. From the standpoint of the people they believe to be victims. Consider the case of female genital mutilation. Is this merely a cultural practice that has carried on for generational tradition, or is this the case of men imposing their power and control over women, who are given no choice but to spread her legs and…

So it all comes down to the same question. When can one be confident enough to intervene. Irrespective of the risks, the backlash, and security. When does this intervention become critical. From the standpoint of perhaps to we in fact shall.

I’m anticipating the day where the confidence transcends the fear. The concern nullifies the hesitation. And the actions stem from the purest intention of human preservation.

To exhaust the ability to keep our fellow mankind from harm. The ability to reach out to those who can’t help themselves. The ability to utilize the resources and power we’ve been so blessed to have.

This is what it means.


Suddenly, and in this moment, I’ve been enlightened. Enlightened in a way you may not expect. Enlightened, irrespective of the backlash, criticism, dissection.. so enlightened all the same.

Now, I’m going to tell you something you many not want to hear. In fact, when I reveal this statement, I will dread every syllable of every word as I write it.

So. Alright. Here goes.

I have come to the realization that every one of us in the society, this community, this generation, and this universe is addicted. Has an addiction. Undergoes the lifestyle of being an addict.

I’ve found this to be true as I asses the various types of addictions. Rising and falling in severity, and potency. Becoming more and more apparent as I name them. Now, here is a comprehensive list.

Addiction to attention-good or bad

Addiction to money.

Addiction to power.

Addiction to pleasure-drugs, sex

Addiction to beauty-their looks

Addiction to food.

Addiction to shopping-“retail therapy” 

Addiction to people-for affirmation.

Addiction to technology-for avoidance.

What if I told you these addictions stem from a something more complex. A something that requires constant affirmation and discourse. These addictions are coming from a place of emptiness.

People in this day and age are caught in the midst of options. So many options, so many places, and so many things to become engaged with. It’s as if these options have somehow dissolved the consciousness of their reality. A reality that represents a higher purpose one must reach. Sadly, however, the reality of their situation is that they’re not content. So they’ve channeled this lack of content through outside gratifications. But little do we realize is that these so called “gratifications” are feeding a bottomless vacuole.

There’s no use in feeding something that leads to nothing. So rather than focus on this physical emptiness, we must allow ourselves to be comfortable with simply ourselves.

If I could tell you something valuable it would be allow yourself to be consumed by your own thoughts, goals, inquiries, dreams, and fears. Marvel in your ability to entertain yourself simply with your surroundings and mind. Be comfortable with being uncomfortable.

Ask yourself. Who are you, what is your purpose, and how will you get there? This will lead you to the discovery of truth. One step at a time, your addictions will wash away as you discover that you can channel them into yourself. Bettering yourself. Enriching yourself. Becoming a better version of you. 

It’s one step at a time.