The Realist

Croxt:

Let's just be real, there are a lot of fake people in this world. Fake it till you make it got a lot of people looking like clones. Not too much is real. But like the wild flower with seeds of a deserted womb, the soil provides and the roots bloom the flowers. The candid gates of realness are guarded day and night and they sort of need a real identification to let you in. The cobbled streets lead to a pain. A pain none else knows. For like gold to be tested, it's put through fire. The small thorns of fakeness prick us each way we contort our body in the heat of the moment and it's better if we remove the thorns before we've walked through those gates. Climb a river of destitution and swim in the mountains of awakening. Your childish rants are a Persian rug infested by bloodthirsty bedbugs. We accept the ruling of the day and the judgement of the night. We learn from others, if that's what makes us fake. Maybe the teachers we have are not doing enough. & that's scary. Because a moulder does not let go of the pot until it's set in fire. We give up quickly, some times too soon. The bravest fight longer because they give themselves to the fight. Our biggest weapon has always been our minds. So the stronger we believe the more likely we achieve. Not everyday though. Because somethings will never happen before their time is due. Like the dew on the ground is new every morning, but no one ever sees it happen in the echoes of the silent night. That's why we fight. Because even when we sleep, evil works against us. So we stay awake even if we dream. To be watchful is to be ready. But before the children of our children have tasted the joys of a tomorrow that knows peace, we must have fought the evils today that are so rampant. We must be vigilant. Because peace can never coexist with chaos. Where there's chaos, peace gets too disturbed to remain. Like when the sins of the earth burden the clouds until they let off some steam to wash it all away. That's how we get forgiven. The rainbow reminds us often of the beauty in the sun meeting our rains. They fellowship together and produce a beauty. So if it is to be anything you desire to become in this world, be water, be light. Or be the outcome of their meeting. For that would make you colourful. Colourful is not fake. Because it shows you where everything came from to be as beautiful. Because we are all many things to different people. Never let anyone judge you in one way as if the rainbow you are did not assure them a peaceful tomorrow. We are made up of so much. We are complex human beings. We are more. We are not just one thing. We are a rainbow of different colours. So there might be evil people in this world but we all get to see the rainbow during the day when it rains. A fair share that. Because it rains for you. You who is silent. You who is doing all to safeguard their minds and hearts. You who knows the value of finding yourself, even in the rains. Because when you shine, you will shine like a promise. And even God knows, promises are made to be kept.