When I was young, I was scared of snakes.
I was scared of monsters.
But now?
Even a walking snake,
even a backstabbing monster—
they no longer scare me.

Snakes can shed their skins to show their “true selves.”
They can call themselves Cobra, or Viper,
wear the name Rattlesnake or Mamba,
wrap themselves in Coral Snake’s colors,
slither as Python, Boa, Rat Snake, Garter Snake, Corn Snake,
Anaconda, Boa Constrictor…

It doesn’t matter what they claim to be.
Because a snake is a snake.
Venomous or harmless, constrictor or deceiver—
its nature always surfaces.

Some hiss loud warnings.
Some strike in silence.
Some squeeze you slowly, breath by breath.
And some smile in colors so bright
you never see the poison underneath.

They can rename themselves,
repaint themselves,
shed their skin a thousand times—
but the truth remains:
they slither.
They deceive.
They prey.

And the wise will always know:
to trust a snake
is to offer your flesh to its fangs.

And you—
even if you bare your claws and fangs,
no matter what mask you wear—
be it a gnome in shadows,
a vampire thirsting for blood,
a werewolf howling at the moon,
a ghost haunting silence,
a ghoul feeding on the forgotten,
or a zombie staggering through the night—

You are still bound by your nature.
Dress it up.
Hide it.
Pretend you’re harmless.
The truth will bleed through.

Because evil doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it whispers.
Sometimes it smiles.
Sometimes it wears the face
of someone we once trusted.

So go on—bare your claws, flash your fangs,
reveal the skin you’re hiding.
It doesn’t scare me anymore.
I’ve seen worse.

The darkest monsters
aren’t hiding under the bed—
they walk beside us.
Smiling.
Breathing.
Pretending to be human.

But you—
you are not human.
You dare call yourself one?
Tch. Rolling stones, parting seas—
none of that shakes you.
But my God?
My God walks on water.
My God heals the broken.
My God turns water to wine,
feeds thousands with loaves and fishes.
Wonders beyond wonders.

And when my God roars,
your inner demon trembles.

I don’t care what you are.
Even if you are legion, one or many—
you are still Leviathan in my eyes.

There is wisdom in silence, and strength in restraint. When someone throws a rude comment your way, it can feel natural to snap back, to defend yourself with the same sharpness they used against you. But the truth is, replying with rudeness only feeds the fire. It dignifies their insult by lowering you to their level.

Keeping calm in the face of a fool is not weakness—it is mastery. It shows that your peace cannot be stolen by the pettiness of another. Anger is easy; it requires no thought, no discipline. But calmness, that steady stillness, is the mark of someone who refuses to be controlled by another’s immaturity.

As the old saying goes, “Never wrestle with a pig; you’ll both get *****, and the pig likes it.” The fool delights in dragging you into the mud, because in the mud he feels at home. But you—you were not made for mud. You were made for higher ground. To argue with a fool is to step off your path just to prove a point that doesn’t even matter.

The greatest victory over foolishness is not winning an argument, but preserving your dignity. A calm mind, a quiet spirit, and an unshaken heart—those are the true replies to insult.

So the next time someone hurls a rude remark, breathe. Smile if you can. And walk away with your peace intact. For silence will always echo louder than anger, and composure will always weigh heavier than words.

all my life, I have been scared of the ghost chasing me
so I hid from them, but later on, I realized, I have been hunting them down
someone with a random name entertained ideas and try to force them to absorb my mind
but all I know is, I never think of it that way
I am one with the shadows, lurking and observing
never making a peep or a deafening silence to lure people in to listen to me
but this brat is relentless,
uses someone to get what she wants
does she have a conscience? yes, but it was fun to live that way, according to her.
does she feel guilty? no because she sees all of us as a foolish and naive person
she thinks she is the smartest in the room
but no. rather, she is the unluckiest ***** in the room.
trying to snip pieces of information and spreads rumors about us to make her name fragrant
but no matter how many times you bathe in perfumes and body wash,
your soul is rotten, your body stinks, your personality is as dark as your soul

How do you separate yourself from a rotten pile? Throw yourself also? No. Whatever is rotten that sticks to you, you might become one of them too. So, I want you to identify which is rotten and which is not.

Like a puzzle, you do not try to fit in a piece if it is not fitted to be there.

Or when you see a plant that is withering, what will you do? Will you cut the stem? The leaves? The branches? The flowers? Roots? Or will you pull it off? No. Assess the soil. Wherever you are planted, you prosper, you grow. But when you did not prosper and grow, ask yourself, is the soil you are planted in right now making you grow? No. Time to replant yourself to a new soil. Comfort zone is never good. The real comfort zone is the awkward zone.

Fit yourself in the right place, environment and circle.
It does not mean you click and vibe each other, you become friends but respect is not served.
Choose wisely!

I grew up being independent,
perks of being a middle child
seen as a black sheep
a disgrace to the family, problem-bearer but never the solution giver
whenever I share ideas, I was not heard
so, I grew up not sharing my ideas
even if I have because I got a fear that I might be rejected
later on, I realized that I just had to find the right circle where I am heard
where I feel like I mattered, my feelings were valid
I grew up thinking that even if I did my best, I am still not enough

I am tired of pleasing or asking them if I did a good job or not
If I did good or not, if I ******* up or not
still, whatever I do, even if the outcome is good
they said they are proud, but I cannot even see it
I felt in doubt. I felt hesitating to believe it.

but I was wrong,
God gave me a reason to look at the brighter side and not on the bad side
I am sorry if I come out as defensive or offensive,
If I did not want some scoldings but rather words of encouragement is what my soul yearns for
are they happy that I did things for them even if I failed to make them happy and satisfied?
maybe I am in the wrong household then,
and God gave me a reason to move out of my comfort zone
but to embrace the unknown even if things are awkward in this foreign land I am in now.

You are never "just right" or "not enough" in God's eyes, but rather you are "more than enough"

And let them talk. You have to walk away whenever you get the chance.