I am me

I am me.
I know the world and the world knows me.
I have nothing to offer and the world has everything in its means.
It does not give, for it is neither kind nor cruel, neither bitter nor sweet.
It is an irony of contradicting ends.

It does not care and will never do.
It is a model of deception; a treasure of truth and an unending puzzle of twists and turns.
It is never real when you're searching for reality nor true when you're looking for meaning.

It does not have a name or an identity, its true nature never revealed.
Knowing it means dying to live it.

The world is never fair.Either one flows with its current or waste one's life opposing it.
One may know how the world works but nobody will ever understand it.
As it never understood anyone as well.

It does not give light but do not allow anyone to live in the darkness.
It only offers the shadows, as on the brink of dawn.
For in light there is trust, and in the darkness, humility.
But behind the shadows there is fear, the fear of being alone.
And the world feeds on that fear.
For fear pushes the person to stay in need of the world.
For the world fears the same fear.

I am a product of the world.
I owe it my life, my future and my destiny.
It controls my fate as it controls others' as well.

It does not allow choices as it claims it does.
Nobody decides for himself for there is nothing left to decide on.
Everything is laid out, nothing to expect for there is nothing we can change.
All that's left to do is to accept, no matter how hard or how cruel the world have been.
And in your darkest moment the world will neither help nor leave you helpless, it is an angel in a limbo.
It is the horizon for which people die to reach but fail to see.
It is an existing boundary between sanity and insanity.
It is a misconception.

I could have lived the way the world wanted me to but I cannot do that.
My fate is my decision to make; my future is never a compromise.
I dont hold grudge for the world but I dont care for it either.
It does not understand me and I dont want to understand it.

I am a believer of myself and I dont let anyone override my ways.
Either I do it my way or it will not be done.
I live for myself and I have everything to lose.
The world tries and will continually try to take everything away from me but that will never happen.
That I will not allow to happen.

Never in my existence that I will permit the world to leave me on bended knees and pleading.

Never will I recognize the irrationality of its ways; nor give up on its sheer injustice.

I am a fighter; that the world does not know.
For fighters die even before they were born, but I am different.
I have always been different.
For I do not live in the shadows and I do not fear.
I do not give to the world for it despises me.
I do not care.
It has given me more than hatred, it taught me to convene in the darkness and hide the certainty of my being.

If there is one thing I do that the world does not, it is to love.
The world never learned to love, did not even tried.
For love is ultimate, it does not render grief nor deceit.
It does not fear nor conquer.

Love is always kind and sweet and it allows decision.
Love is the force that defeats the world.
It is my ability to love that has made me survive the cruelty of the world.
It is how I endured every pain the world's unfairness has given me.

What is there to fear in the midst of love?
Love has shown all ways in that puzzle of twists and turns.
Love identifies itself to those who look for it and manifests its strength to those who have weakened by the grief the world has taught them to feel.

If I die, I will not be wasted in the grounds of the world.
I will not rest upon the shadows of death the world has prepared forthose who have worked against it.
I will not remember the pain it has unselfishly brought to me.
I will not rejoice in its sanctuary.
Instead, I will find peace in the comfort of eternal surrender.
I will waive to the passion of love in my being. I
will not hesitate to conjure laughter.
I will be happy and I will die with a smile.

I am me.

I know the world but the world does not know me.
I am an irony of contradicting ends.

I am in a world of ups and downs, what else could I expect oflife?