Pride is planting a tree that bears no fruit. You planted it for ornamental reason. You planted it since it looks good as an addition to your garden. You wanted people to praise you as a gardener. Despite all the flattery, deep inside, you are unhappy with it. You know how easily such a plant withers and it leaves you with no fruits.

There is nothing wrong with feeling the sense of pride. What makes it wrong is that even after you got the feel of what pride is, you still cling to it. You are attached to pride as a miserable man does with cigarettes. The man thinks he’ll feel better by lighting his pack of cigarettes, but really, he is just deceiving himself of false happiness.

You are intoxicated with the poison of pride. At a certain point, you would realize you are experiencing the indications of the poisoning. The after-effects include constant feeling of dissatisfaction, lose of interest in human relationships and engrossment in materialism that practically mean nothing in the after life.

It is strange to think how yesterday, you were just a part of a crowd. But now you take up my center stage. My eyes want to devour you. I want to close up this distance between us that nothing ever sets us apart. But I would be lying if I said just that. What I want is that the two of us would collide like cosmic gases until we emerge as one. That is how much I want to become a part of you.


I am writing too much. Yet, the ink I have left comes in too little. I have to keep up with the words that have been pumped out of me by contracting veins that traces back from my nonphysical essence. With jagged breaths, I trace my thoughts into sheets of paper that may disintegrate or become torn or corrupted. But that doesn’t really matter. The fact that I have materialized a part of me is fulfilling. That is enough. 

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place. Do not allow the light of your idealism be dimmed. Keep the optimism in your vibes. It is by being positive, you are able to uphold the vigor of your spirit.

Be hard. Do not go gentle. Stand firm in your ideals and principalities. Do not be the doll that seems to have that smile plastered on the face because society tells you to do so. Rather, fight for your rights. Be the one to voice out your mind. Do not think lowly of yourself. Remember that God used the weak to shame the strong.

Be soft. Be sensitive to the mere feelings of other people. Be attentive to the people around you. You just have no idea of how the little things can become of great impact to other people. There are people who seem to be carefree when as a matter of fact they are dying in the inside.

Be hard. Do no let them tell you what to do. As long as you know you are on the right side of the scale, be aggressive in pursuing justice and equality. Do not be the puppet that only exists to be manipulated and amused of by other people.

Listen to me. Be soft, be hard. The irony of this text can be amusing or maybe even a bother. But pondering over these things wouldn’t cost you a dime.

An Ironic Letter to You by Kim (via spatteredink)

(via spatteredink)

I used to wave goodbyes                     
                                        Like they were nothing
                                        But a wave of the hand

I was younger back then
But now I know
Goodbye can also mean
                                        Letting go
                                        Of the people you love