The latest broadcast is the eruption of God’s revival and the Aliens take over. The doomsday, without Hollywood glittering effects, erupted the world in flames. God’s voice boomed. Angry. Betrayed. Destructive. How could his people forget his ways? How could they embrace technology and science so readily? And they, the Aliens, questioned the same. How could they? The humans. Embrace such controversial power when science was right in the palm of their hand?
Before the world twisted black, I woke up.
Grabbing my notebook near my bedside, I scribbled down the Armageddon while my memory is still fresh. It gave me insights into my own belief. Science and religion. Can’t I believe in one and practice the other? Does it really have to be black and white? When the world is not a coloring book? Sometimes, I feel more alive in my subconscious than the reality before my eyes. Dreams takes my identity and tears it apart. …show more content…
It’s a realm where words cannot speak and judge.
Identity doesn’t appeal to me. It’s an empty, square box with individuality poured in and making it what it’s not. A cookie-cutter label. For I am mentally repulsed by being a ginger-bread man. With my existence equivalent to adjectives, I am a writer who sought to break the bonds of words and find the impossible: emotional palpability through words. Using the chain to find freedom within, since words restrict emotional touch but not the tool to provide an emotional connection. Words can become our dreams.
And within my dreams, it becomes who I am. “God” could’ve been morality personified as we progress into a society where our utmost goal in life is to be happy. Through wealth or sufferings of others. Where good deeds are highlighted as breaking news. Rare and unexpected. Whereas the “Aliens” could’ve been the scientist and professionals preaching the “proper” way to live life as a human being when they are the ones putting chains upon our own
Before the world twisted black, I woke up.
Grabbing my notebook near my bedside, I scribbled down the Armageddon while my memory is still fresh. It gave me insights into my own belief. Science and religion. Can’t I believe in one and practice the other? Does it really have to be black and white? When the world is not a coloring book? Sometimes, I feel more alive in my subconscious than the reality before my eyes. Dreams takes my identity and tears it apart. …show more content…
It’s a realm where words cannot speak and judge.
Identity doesn’t appeal to me. It’s an empty, square box with individuality poured in and making it what it’s not. A cookie-cutter label. For I am mentally repulsed by being a ginger-bread man. With my existence equivalent to adjectives, I am a writer who sought to break the bonds of words and find the impossible: emotional palpability through words. Using the chain to find freedom within, since words restrict emotional touch but not the tool to provide an emotional connection. Words can become our dreams.
And within my dreams, it becomes who I am. “God” could’ve been morality personified as we progress into a society where our utmost goal in life is to be happy. Through wealth or sufferings of others. Where good deeds are highlighted as breaking news. Rare and unexpected. Whereas the “Aliens” could’ve been the scientist and professionals preaching the “proper” way to live life as a human being when they are the ones putting chains upon our own