Who,What,Why?

Seriously, who set the standard of beauty we have today?
Who let us be conditioned to one set of beauty?
Why did we let them?
Why did the older generation let it happen?
And why is it, no matter how much we set up campaigns to open up the world to more realistic,
More vibrant, kind of beauty
We all still secretly aim for the beauty in print and flashed in the screens?

Goal: Happiness

We live in a world where Happiness is the number one priority.

Happiness at any cost
Happiness at our own way,
whenever or wherever we want it.
Happiness that is self-centered
Happiness that equates to self-respect.
Because self-respect according to the internet philosophers
is about doing whatever you want to do
without giving a “f*ck,sh*t,d*mn” to anyone
as long as you’re happy.
With the first commandment as:
Thou shall not criticize one’s Happiness. ( for it is easily offended)

So the question now is
Why do we live in a miserable world with individual Happiness as its primary goal?

Cravings

What I crave right now
Are long conversations
Unguarded and liberated
Lines after lines of your unfiltered thoughts
Knowing that someone is eager to hear it
Consume all those conspiracies
Or your first-hand life lessons
Then as to show their gratitude, they would share their own thoughts
The ones in-line and the exctiting curb-balls
The debates that spring from it
Aim not to prove one wrong
But, rather, widen your horizon
No judgement just an exhilarating excercise
Made of facts, opinions, hypotheses, personal whims and passion
Fueled by a piping cup of caffeine

Masterpieces

When I was a kid
Feeding like a wee babe
I only understood the words
Love, Trust, and a bit of Hope

When I could take some solid food
I was able to grasp more Hope
And what Faith is, and how to spread the Love

Now that I’m feeding myself to be stronger
Waiting and Giving the Glory to Him
are what my palletes trying to understand
Sometimes I just let it in without really tasting

But with a good serving
I realized that what it tastes like
It is knowing the greatness that was able to come from us
Isnt because we are great
But because we have a Great God

A God who could make something big out of nothing
A God who values even the wretch that we are
A God who could right all our wrong turns
Wouldn’t condemn us but would just lovingly say “recalculating”
‘Til we get to His appointed place

A God who would pick up our broken pieces
And make our lives into wonderful masterpieces
The shattered, the better
As long as we lay it all to Him
To fix it up and and bury it in His heart within