Define divine.

When I was young, I once told Sadiq, "Step by step, become hero."

HERO
from dictionary.com
–noun, plural -roes; for 5 also -ros.

1.	a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.

2.	a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal: He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child.

3	the principal male character in a story, play, film, etc.

It amazes me sometimes, because even though I am holding up the weight of the world, I still continue to listen to other people's miseries and load their worlds on me. To these people, these stories they are holding inside, bears the burden, their secrets.

But try hard as I may, I'm no clock stopper nor time traveler. And most certainly I can't be where I wasn't at in the past, to save all these people that I care about from making the biggest mistakes of their lives. Its stupid how I actually really do feel responsible to do something about it.

It simple to carry the weight of these worlds and over time drop these planets and kick them around...but it takes something to really hold it in, load it up, and move forward.

Because I genuinely believe that if I am able to carry these different worlds, I would be the centre of the universe. A god, one so divine. Someone who is able to understand everything, take all forms of pain, to carry all worlds.

Allow me to envision this to you. In the world, people walk around in facades that they carry around. They put up brave fronts, lies, different images of themselves, someone whom they want to be, or want people to see them as. These skins that they live in may be beautiful and appealing at first, but it hides the real people inside them. They are like dark, cracking shells of thoughts and problems created round a person, life experiences that they use to create a barrier around themselves, to protect their inner person from pain, suffering. Shells of barbed wire, ready to hurt the unsuspecting people that reach into them.

Its unreal, and the only way you can see through it, or at least spot these cracks, is if you start caring for them. That's when you see the real person inside calling out to you, shining out through these cracks, emanating from deep inside their worlds.

You then use your bare hands, reach through the barbed wires, feel it cut into you. You reach out for the person, and pull them out of their shell. This, is the real person for you.

But what do you do with the broken barbed wire shells, these now empty worlds of problems? Very simple, you accept some sort of responsibility, and you load it up on your back, as if nothing...and walk forwards.

They say the hardest pill to swallow, would be the one that does you the most good. The hardest truths that you accept about people, is what makes you...true.

Because no one will ever know, how hard it really is for you to wrestle with something inside yourselves, to come to terms and accept the truth about people, to make room for them inside yourselves for them. Its when you finally do accept these hard truths, that makes you one so selfless. A true hero, by your OWN definition.

Let's just hope, they remember you. And forever, is a very long time to remember something for one as forgetful as a human.

Game of Love.

Just like that, you break and tear down the house of heart-symbol-ed cards that we took so long to piece together.

So painful, I should have kicked the house down myself if we decided we didn't want to play it that way. Well at least I didn't have to be the bad one, so that's okay. Maybe I wasn't meant to be the joker. Your ace of spades.

Well, I'm left to pick them up with somebody else.

Let's shuffle and build a new one. No, let's throw out this deck like how it was broken in the first place, its different this time.