A Nickname...An Existence...

[caddy_caddy]

I fear this world; I really fear it but I cannot be without it.

http://lostedsens.jeeran.com/pod.jpgI've spent many years in this world searching for an identity ;so easy , just a nickname and you will have an identity ;not as you see it but as others see and tell you about it . I got involved in this world to the extent of complete detachment .Yes ,a complete detachment ; turning my back to this damned world and creating my own world.It was like you are in a drowning ship and you can keep with you what is the most important and precious thing when you survive.And so it was ; It was my soul ; I kept it with me and never left it to go away.

she lived there in a cocoon ; a real cocoon,warm,delicate,woven out of hours and hours spent face a small screen! Hours of truth, enchantment, ecstasy and hours of detachment, too. With people whom I love and care for more than my family.Actually they were my family;miss them ,cry for them , feel happy for them , help them ;I was there for them cz I cannot be without them. A real identity ,isnt it ?

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[kelby_lake]

I really strangely like this :)

[Bakiryu]

OOOh, I love this, is there more?

[blazeofglory]

Friend, this is a world full of strife and we can not survive if we can not fit ourselves into it. Man is primitively living with struggles and not a second goes without struggles as a matter of fact.

And we mostly feel down and we can not help it. For a little good moment and happiness we sacrifice a lot.

We have to struggle hard and yet making a living is a challenge.

But still man keeps on living. Why? Life is so sweet despite everything we want to perpetuate in life.

If we had many bad moments and a single good moment, the good moment outshines the bad moments.

That is the meaning of living in life.

[Nero]

@blazeofglory - Do we keep on going due to our good experiences that outshine the bad ones or because we hope for better times? Where I come from we have the saying "Hope is the last thing that dies."

@caddy caddy - Your text really gave me an insight into how you feel and I believe I have been in similar positions. Put a bit more work into it to make the language and the expressions sound a bit more smooth and you got a great piece. Is this all there is gonna be or is the story going to continue?
"A real identity, isn't it? I Think finding an alternative reality is a way to find peace for a little while but is cannot be a solution, the problem will remain. This is so because whichever world you escape into, no reality is as real as the one of our every day lives. Therefore, there is no other place that is strong enough to take in our complete personality. If you create a nickname, an alter ego, you can try to identify yourself with that identity but there is always thing in it that do not belong to you or there is thing to you that you can't take into the new identity - and so you will never be identical. Therefore, the only way to satisfy yourself emotionally, completely, is to succeed in your every day life, in the real world. That might sometimes be frustrating because this is where things are the most complicated the most difficult and where we are the most vulnerable - but nowhere else can you be complete. Still there is hope even though you can't have more than one true and original identity. You can always change the person you are, start over, try new strategies, get to know new people, do a different thing or move to a different place.

I'd love to read more from you.

[caddy_caddy]

Thxhttp://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/170/170530s19e0w52p5.gif

[caddy_caddy]

Dear friends writing is so painful ; I pierce my soul to let words come out; each time I sign in here I try to continue and .........

[caddy_caddy]

...A real identity ,isnt it ?
Yes indeed; yes it is .It is my soul .It exists here . She is the one who cries and laughs.She expresses what she feels and thinks of without fear .She is not obliged to be someone else, someone so strange to her ,so cruel.
No masks , no hypocrisy, no corruption to detsroy my soul.With every sunlight,but no sunlight here,she is a new born . So what! Let my soul shine .Let it be the sunlight of my world .Let it split between my words,pure,
real and truthful.
Oh words! a morning dew,born to die in her lust for eternity!
Oh words! me and you ,human's revenge against divinity!

[Diego]

:(Let it shine no matter what obstacles you face. Let it cry when rage is capturing it. Just work on keeping your soul pure, so you will live and survive your rainy and shiny days all the same.

[caddy_caddy]

Thx sister . It may be rude to say that but I don't know why I hate what I write .
Now I found it very silly and stupide. I wish I could delete it looooooooooool

[balehead]

It has almost an eerie sense to it - the words you have woven around that image are of the utmost beauty; I find your style captivating... and breathtaking.

The first time I read it, I kind of sat back and my breath escaped from me in one great big "oooh" ... I had to read it many times to even catch a glimpse of what lay inside the depths of your writing. The pure core of it ... glowing with some insanely beautiful light ... drew me in and wouldn't let me escape... what you wrote is beautiful. It encapsulates the most fearsome parts and struggles of the human mind, bringing them to light for mere seconds, and then shrouding them again in a mask of finely woven words.
When I thought about what you had written, I was torn between the desire to run in the other direction and hide under some light and fluffy poetry, rather than delve into the fullness of human nature which is your poem. It took extreme will-power to set my mind to the task ahead and unravel what you had written, and yet, I could not survive for long without doing so ... like taking some illicit drug which you fear, in your heart of hearts, is not doing you the good that you have convinced yourself it is...
I shrunk from the eventuality of what I would discover. And what I believe I discovered was a harbour of pure and raw fear ... the cage which humanity longs to escape from ... a never-ending battle with conflicting ideas and thoughts...

The only problem I could find in the way in which you presented your ideas was some of the word combinations which you chose (I'm too lazy to give an example right now....), which I felt halted the flow of the words a bit. But it's a marvellous piece of work, from beginning to end.

And now that I have read it again and again, over-analysing what lies before me to the point of no return, all I can say is...
Encore! Encore!
Please, I beg for more!!!

[caddy_caddy]

You are right Balehead , longing and fear . Sometimes I think it's the essence of our existence and our life.
I, myself , do fear what lies behind it . Maybe for that reason I hate looking at it and read it again .
I really appreciate your words . It does encourage me to write more.
Thanks

[blazeofglory]

I fear this world; I really fear it but I cannot be without it.

http://lostedsens.jeeran.com/pod.jpgI've spent many years in this world searching for an identity ;so easy , just a nickname and you will have an identity ;not as you see it but as others see and tell you about it . I got involved in this world to the extent of complete detachment .Yes ,a complete detachment ; turning my back to this damned world and creating my own world.It was like you are in a drowning ship and you can keep with you what is the most important and precious thing when you survive.And so it was ; It was my soul ; I kept it with me and never left it to go away.

she lived there in a cocoon ; a real cocoon,warm,delicate,woven out of hours and hours spent face a small screen! Hours of truth, enchantment, ecstasy and hours of detachment, too. With people whom I love and care for more than my family.Actually they were my family;miss them ,cry for them , feel happy for them , help them ;I was there for them cz I cannot be without them. A real identity ,isnt it ?

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These are mind-opening lines. We all are here seeking some identities. We try to prove to the world what we are not through masks, identities, nicknames, and the like and identity is not our real self but something borrowed and artificial in point of fact.