I have seen many cries
Damn heavy cries of war, there it lies,
between suffering and happiness
of freedom and injustices,
be served or to serve.
Where could we be?
We have our choices, are we?
But sometimes we need to redirect
choices into performing a choice to set
not bcoz we have chosen to do it
but bcoz it must be chosen 'coz of noble purposes-
to serve or to share happiness within.
We all need each other when in times of suffering
Who likes to suffer alone from wandering?
The worst suffering is when one is not loved or wanted
Everyone is special and you deserve the best
as we are created the best of things which we created.
Our hearts is subject to fluctuation changes
7 times a day so that at one time it is glad,
at another sad,
now calm then troubled,
again inflamed with the love of creatures doubled
and again wearried with the emptiness of them.
Sometimes it glows with fervor
and next it falls into lukewarmness
and like the seas and oceans that are flowing,
it is everchanging!
Love is a verb and an action.
True love is looking at someone and not judging them,
they said love is not a feeling, I disagree
It is a feeling from our hearts and minds, it's free.
We cry because we feel pain and love.
We serve because we feel love to our fellowmen.
I asked one former soldier, a friend
how many had he killed during his service then,
He answered straightly:
'None.
They give me no chance to kill somone.
NO REASON TO KILL.'
Inner Whispers
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