This is the Official Site of “Author of Pain” – the Twitter sensation that sent smiles to everyone’s hearts … and cause a ReTweet phenomenon happen, with just some Love, Words, and a Poem. Watch the development, watch the evolution of a great writer coming to life before your eyes. Read the poems, who knows what else we will make happen here. Thank you for peeking in! It’s an idea in your head, and a PLAN the second you write it down… ~ Mike
Sometimes, I pause and look back on the journey I’ve traveled. It’s not been easy, but with every step, I’ve grown stronger. Life’s twists and turns have tested me, yet with perseverance and faith, I’ve made it through the darkest nights. I’m not naive to think the struggles are over, but I do know I’m in a better place now. Consistency, not perfection, has been my goal – consistently choosing happiness, not just acting it. I’m grateful for the progress I’ve made and the lessons learned along the way. With God by my side, I’ve navigated the storms, and though the path ahead may still be uncertain, I’m stepping forward with hope and determination.
Hope. The word they used in lying to us. They told us hope is a word that holds promise and light. But in reality, it’s nothing but a cruel deception that’s slowly devouring our souls. What is hope to someone who has lost everything? Hope is nothing but a lie to maintain the happiness of the fortunate, and deepen the sorrows of the afflicted. Hope is never a cure to depression, anxiety, loneliness or any other S. A. D out there. Perhaps it’s time for people to face the cold truth. The truth that happiness and sadness are meant to coexist, and the sad ones should stop striving to be happy at all costs, because even sad people can have happy moments, and that’s all that matters. When you’re in your happy moment, enjoy it while it lasts but never get too comfortable. I know i once told y’all that the cure to pain isn’t something you buy in the liquor store. Maybe I’ve been looking at the wrong stores? I was blinded by the false hope of a sunny day. It’s not the hurt that comes from being sad that causes depression, but rather the constant striving and failing to achieve happiness. I am lost in my own words, but one thing I know of is that, depression isn’t the killer. It’s the hope that kills. The hope of a sunny day, the hope of being consistently happy, the hope of becoming better, the hope that at the end, everything will be alright, the hope that makes you feel you were destined for more, for greatness, leaving us yearning for something unattainable, that’s the hope that kills.
How long before that hope kills you? Perhaps it’s time to let go of that hope? Let the chains of hope fall away, and in its place, find peace within yourself in the acceptance of your reality.
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