Mysteries of Life:

In Search of God Despite discarding their belief in a personal God, some people believe in a creator, because they are convinced that the designs evident in nature require an intelligent designer. Although science is a "mightier" tool that keeps digging up new secrets about the universe and the life on our planet, scientists still face many fundamental questions that never seem to end and may not ever be answered. Questions about the origin of the universe, about life here on Earth, or about what existed before the origin of the universe can deeply dampen one's beliefs, including those of major scientists. /////// Redeem first thyself to reign the unachievable, Out of misery towards enlightenment, A handful of bluster aroused, Inciting unprovoked confusion. Feelings starting to chipper, Becoming distraught, Gone and forgot what exactly… Struggling and hustling might be “healthy,” But forging and scrounging is venom; Let me drink thy poison That succumbed my insides, ‘Till I’m vexed from sobriety, That makes me deluded. Why the angst? Who’s calumniating against thee? My portfolio yet to be completed… In the midst of all, I find serenity, “Because True happiness isn’t to be shaken nor stirred.” I stand tall in the middle of all insanity, I remain strong till whenever, For I’m to know awareness, From everything, even the unknowns. Know when, where, and how, But perhaps mostly know that We are who we are. ////// Inner Struggles Slaves to our desires, we surrender. Human race, thin willpower gives in. Thrilled, we headed for destruction, Expressing our struggles, everything seems in vain. Or can we catch the wind? Shortness pleasures, with everlasting put into us, Making us look timeless within the Cosmos. Our destination is to rejoice in such desperation, Not knowing if it is an outburst or euphoria. We named it mysteries /// The anarchy that shredded a nostalgic grief Bids me on a drift, Approaching supremacy. It is bitter, like sweet whiskers, Proliferating indulgence, Drained from a sober soul. These bees-mead-o’er, outrageously demised, Thereafter stagnated. Rein your kingdom, Reunite your priers. Wretched old synagogues, Probing degenerating blast, For I’m the Sunway from the east, My electrons indeed full of radiance. Altered the venom, From the demon, Well on in mission, To poison our fellow men. ////// When doth life! Broken heart. Whose? Could be anyone; a close friend, a family member, or perhaps yourself. When one’s heart is broken, there’s going to be some “grief,” along with the pressure felt to hold it in. A heart when broken it doesn’t tell you how long it’ll be hurt. It can be temporary; some last for a long period of time, say years, and dealing with a broken heart is frustrating. Some people tend to suppress what they are feeling, trying to hold it in.