Winter is Coming

Most of you would consider me crazy : "there're 40 degrees Celsius outside and this guy says winter's coming." ... I didn't exactly say it was coming soon, now , was I ? Just as natural as everything.... after all...sooner or later, winter will be coming, and as much we've all enjoyed the hot summer days when we would have done anything for 5 minutes in an ice truck, when winter does come, I want to be fully prepared for it. All in all, the STARKS are indeed right, winter most definitely IS coming.

The Night Watch

The night watch.Exhausting, overwhelmingly so at times, sometimes even maddening, yet of utmost importance. In times of war, the performance of the watchers was the difference between a safe city and a ruin.Therefore, the members of the watch had to be keen-eyed, patient and resistant men.Night after night, until the war has ended, the watchers counted the seconds till the breaking dawn of every morning.Hoping no invaders come, hoping they will see they light of a new day.One more watch has ended as the day finally sets in.The exhausted and now sleepy watchers go back to their families, where they expect nothing but a warm bed to rest their weary heads on.

The Arsonist

Fire is considered to be the element that drives the human nature, the fuel on which we run, the thing that gives us purpose.Unable to feel love, joy, comfort or even sadness and remorse, the psychopathic arsonists can only truly live in the presence of fire.Their lust for those few moments of feeling thrive until they submit to the will of their inner voices and take action to feel alive again.

Stalking The Prey

I've always hated cats.They are so sly, agile, quiet, cautious ... always ready to kill.And those eyes.... they stare into your soul... render you naked, defenseless... it's just as if they want to murder you.In some ways...i always preferred acting like they do : cautiously.My favorite role-play game character is the assassin, which regardless of my hatred toward cats, is a lot like them. I have always admired their style...some say i'm an adept of that...sneaking around, always on my feet.But for some reason, I've always hated cats. Perhaps it's their eyes... perhaps it's their annoying purring.Perhaps I just consider them my rivals.Whenever I see one I feel an urge to kill it....too bad my grandma needs hers. 

Innocence

From among the many beautiful characteristics of childhood, if we were to pick one to perfectly describe it, to bevel those wonderful early years of the human life, it would be innocence.Of course, in our continuous decay, we can barely remember anything about when we were like that, and we definitely can't relive the purity that once defined our whole being.The only way to feel a gasp of it is seeing it in the others.Some would say that no one is innocent, but as we look into a toddler's eyes, as we examine their behavior, we find that there is nothing to blame in them.They know nothing of lies, of guilt, of evil.Those days, it would not be over the hand to say they're the only ones prone to actually help the others without any self-interest.In a world where corruption claims everyone, we, who think of ourselves as wise, should learn from those whom we consider inexperienced.

And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little

children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall

humble himself as the this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of

heaven. And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.

(Matthews 18 : 2-5)