There is just too much to say in one single blog post. So much happens in my life that recording each and every event would be nearly impossible. Sure, I'm not a Kardashian with a hella crazy schedule and hectic day to day life but why not just tell my story (for the fun of it, at least). 

To be honest, I just really enjoy writing. It's basically a part of me. It's my way of recording what I possibly can. Writing has been my way of expression for the longest time. It's my way of coping with the world and whatever the hell it has to throw at me. I remember one of the earliest things I ever wrote as a kid. It was titled "Mommy's Rules". The funniest part was the fact that I never got past the title. (I thought about it. I guess that's a start.) 

And that's where it all began. The aspiration to write; to tell my story.

For as long as I can remember, I have tried to be someone who I'm not. I've tried to be perfect. But trust me, I'm not perfect. I'm the exact opposite of perfect. I'm a mess, but that's never stopped me from accomplishing anything. I've made some really huge mistakes in my past. Some that I most certainly regret. But yet I'm still proud of myself. I'm proud that I learnt to grow from my faults; I'm proud that I get to move on even when things don't go as planned and I'm proud that I can still love no matter what I go through. 

I've never known what I really wanted in life. By the way, I still don't  and yet I'm still standing because I at least know and understand what I've been through. I have come this far because no matter how scared I was, I still let myself be vulnerable and gave life a shot. Life, you hit me hard but I got up and I'm ready for a fight. Bring it!

I always thought that someday I'd be the life of the party. The guy who could make people laugh because he was naturally funny. But you know what? I never will be because that's not me. I am the guy who goes to a party, sits by himself, smiles when you talk to him and says nothing at all, not because he's the most anti-social person at the party but because he just enjoys it. He enjoys boring. He enjoys himself some peace and quiet. It's not that he doesn't want to talk. In fact, he loves it. He just only waits for opportunity; the right (not perfect) time to talk. I am proud of who I am and I am grateful for all those who are willing to just stand by my side. Thank you. (You know yourselves)
I've been doing a lot of thinking, this holiday season and I am just super grateful that I get a chance to live this life everyday. Stuff might not always go as planned. It might most certainly suck at times but I don't mind giving 'suck-ish' a try. It's probably even a lifestyle, if I'm being honest. 

I know I just wrote a blog post but seriously, who the heck am I? You should really ask yourself this question.

Happy New Year! :)

I can honestly say that the world is a funny (but yet mysterious) place. So much can happen in a mere second and yet you can still say that throughout a whole year there was never anything interesting that happened. It is as though a second, in its self, possesses infinite possibilities but yet again there will always be the end of the year when chances are, too much happened for you to remember anything in particular.

Moreover, the end of the year carries with it the burden of self-criticism. As the end of the year draws closer and closer, within us arises a daunting feeling; a feeling that tells us that throughout the year we accomplished nothing. Most of the time, this 'voice' will show up right after you realize the year is over. In fact, it's probably begun. How awful: the regrets of the year's end.

I can personally say that I have experienced these scenarios -- every year actually but it wasn't until this year that I realised the all so inevitable truth: With every coming year I was growing up! Although it's something that we all know will happen it was most certainly shocking to me.

In that exact moment, almost instantly I counted the fourteen years of my existence in this world. I can vividly remember my tenth birthday. Likewise, I can do so with my eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth and even fourteenth. And now I'm only left to picture what the future holds. Sure, it's normal but the most ironic part is IT'S NORMAL! One second you're a harmless kid, the next you're a teenager trying to figure the world out despite its complexity and before you know it, you're an adult. This literally scares me.

I will never get the chance to live other people's lives but one thing that I know for sure is that a lot of people can relate to this. 

At some point we all have to stop being teenagers, right? Then really what is teen-hood? Is it the state of just having the suffix -teen in your name? Is it an in-between childhood and adulthood stage? Or is it just a stage of life with no meaning whatsoever? To be honest, I don't really know. I'm still trying to figure it out. But what I can say is that it is a really crazy and wild adventure. The journey of self-discovery is something that I might not be too fond of but yet I am always willing to give it a try.

All in all, it is only best that I learn to face the truth. Fighting it will change nothing. Even though it is inevitable, it doesn't necessarily mean that it's terrible. I'm willing to give it a try. The more I think about it, the more I see the beautiful adventure ahead of me.

Here's to teenhood. Here's to the adventure that comes with it and here's to growing up. Cheers!

Do you remember the first time you realised the beauty of nature? When the thought that there was something much more beautiful than 'the world inside' hit you? I do. And it changed my life! For the first time ever, I didn't want to see the outside world through a window. Instead, I wanted to be a part of it. A part of something bigger than myself -- I wanted to be a part of the world. And this is when I learnt that the world not only needs us, but we need it too.

Reminiscing back to that moment I can now say that there had always been that connection to the world that I always had. Deep inside I was an explorer. I had an ambition to know more than what met the eye. I needed to know 'why?' and 'how?' Was I not entitled to know? There was always a question running through my mind because there was need to know the reason to everything. Unfortunately, in the end this led to me opening my eyes to far more than I ever could have wanted or even needed.

I got answers to the questions that I did not ask! And I could not be more heartbroken. The beauty of the world was fading away. This was a fact. As a child, I saw no evil but day by day, my perceptions of this world became clearer and clearer. The world that was once green and filled with colour now grew dimmer and duller at the hands of mankind. But I was not the only one who saw the world in this manner. It dawned on me that the rest of humanity perceived the world in this way and very few were willing to admit the truth.

Nature calls unto us but it takes much more than we choose to hear to discern her plea. Only our actions can change what we have done to this world. Only we have the power to return Mother Nature to her former glory. Without doubt, the modern age is unlike any other time. The only way to make change is collectively. The world is no longer about the needs of one man but the necessities of the human race. If it is possible, then certainly, we must make history. Let us change this world for the better. Should we not embrace the beauty of nature?

Nature has no loudspeaker nor does she have a voice but yet she is heard by the few who choose to listen. The power of our own voices is unbelievable. If enough of us stood up for what we believe in, nature would have a voice and it would be on loudspeaker. This is the time. This is the only time. I stand for nature. Do you?

Certainly the truth is existent. If we were to open our eyes and face the challenge of accepting the truth – the bitter truth – we would be changed immensely. But what is most difficult is not merely accepting the truth but living it; a reality that only the strongest at heart can survive. Indeed we must start somewhere but the real question is where exactly?

Mistakes will be made. Stories are but a way of communicating the ordeals that are but the outcomes of these errors. Even from the shortest of accounts we can learn how not to repeat history. In doing so we are carving out a different destiny for ourselves but still not relying on our own understanding but the truth itself.

In more ways than we really know the truth will never change but the world itself will only adjust to what exists if we allow for our voices to be heard and listen for those of others.

Do you know that feeling when smiling is the hardest thing to do? Or when you're so happy it seems like the world is the most perfect place? Or when the frown on your face is nowhere near upside down? Or how about when laughing becomes contagious throughout the room? Believe it or not, we've all experienced these feelings; good and bad. At times, they may get a little out of hand, and that is why we need to understand them. By understanding what life is all about we are actually able to live in the moment and enjoy it to the fullest.

But here's the thing, if you actually start grouping life experiences, all you'll do is tangle up life. It'll make you start to judge your life based on the number of good and bad experiences. If there are more good than bad occurrences then you know you've got the best life ever, right? Wrong!

Here's the thing, what about if the bad outmatched the good? Then what? From you own judgement, your life seems to be the worst. This is the time when you start comparing yourself to others; the time when you wish you were someone else. In the end you develop uncontrollable  hatred for yourself.

Then what should you do? Well, simple: JUST ENJOY LIFE! Take life as it comes and keep in mind that all things that happen come along with a lesson. And if there is a time when you begin re-grouping these events, just concentrate on the lesson learnt. Trust me, it works.