He left his squared glass chamber, Without looking anywhere else, Except for the large view outside, Cars down the road, A branch of the slow current river, Still of countless tall buildings, And the vast cloudy sky,
He stared outside, Yet his mind filled, Thoughts flying far away, Like a released arrow, None can peek, Yet everyone sees,
The raised eyebrows draw concern, Of his livelihood, And the well-being of his staff, Before the legacy he built, Crumble, unlike the still building, In front of him.
I recently watched a film on Netflix about a Japanese singer called LiSA. I can’t wait to share my thoughts on some of the things she said that struck me hard.
The title of the film is LiSA Another Great Day available on Netflix a couple of weeks ago. I’ve listened to some of her songs previously and I did share a post on her song here. You can read about it below.
This is not a review but more like things I learned from watching the film. My tears can’t stop falling whenever she says something that I can relate to. Then leads to more questions about life and living. Then somehow begging me to pen this thought down, “Where is the place you call home?”
To be honest, I don’t feel attached to someone or a place to call home. I have had this post stashed in my drafts for a while and I can’t seem to complete it. One of the reasons would be it is too personal and involves the people around me. I don’t want it to bite me back in the future for something that not everyone will be able to understand. How I feel about it right now might change in the future but as of now, I’m staying true to the words I said.
Alright, back to the topic. There was a scene in the film where LiSA faced hurdles in her journey to be a singer, a singer, being a star, and in her present, she emphasized her support system. That is her ‘home’ that keeps her together and a reason for her to keep on going. For me, watching the whole film is totally inspiring.
Then I asked myself, where is the place I call home? There was a time when I think I found the so-called home. Until it got swiped away by the strong wind of life. Since then, I’ve learned about myself, the people around me, the people in my circle, and life in general. The only home I found is myself. I strongly believe that there is no one who can help me except myself. Everything starts with me. However, the line that separates this moderate belief from being hyper-independent is also myself.
There are times I have forgotten about this journey of life. For me, it has always been about the lessons, and the mistakes, then as I tried to sort things out and improve them, life has given me another lesson. However, I don’t see myself stuck, I’m always planning and strategizing things to get through. I invited no one for the ride except myself. I somehow keep myself in survival mode all the time. Without a safe moment and place to call home.
During the film, she sang one of her latest songs, LiSA – New Me. The lyrics resonate strongly. Somehow, all the hurdles, struggles, and frustration are a phase and path toward greatness. The song then fires up with strong words of consolidation and motivation. Start line. Stand up. Good luck. It’s like saying we will always face hardships thrown towards us, yet by facing them all heads on, the result tastes sweeter in the end.
If you are in need of motivation and feeling stuck in chasing your dreams or facing hardship in life generally. I highly suggest watching the film, or documentary, LiSA – Another Great Day. While it may raise an existential question about a part of my life, I’m sure it would inspire you the same as it does for me.
It is February and I hope it is not too late to wish everyone Happy New Year. I pray that everyone will have a great year ahead. You are able to achieve whatever dreams you have.
There is nothing good will ever come out of my mouth, Only deep numbing frustration like compacted powder of emotion, There is no patience and solace except the happy finger anxiety, And the words to let out are like knives and blades coated with poison,
What is kindness when they are the ones being punished? What is patience when the world is filled with ignorants? What is fairness when they are the ones being abused? What is a family when they are bringing the home down?
Yet, I can never understand the main question, Why am I still fighting to move forward?
Happy holidays and we are counting down to the new year. One of the buzzing words that happened in 2022 is ChatGPT. In simple language, it is quite an advanced chatbot that is really impressive!
So, I had to experiment with a lot of things with ChatGPT like asking different types of questions, asking for tips, and reviewing works. One of them is sharing a few of my poems and asking ChatGPT to write a poem. The poem is based on my previous shared poems.
I will share the poems it is based on below. Here is the poem written by ChatGPT.
A soul yearns for fulfillment, From the sound of music in the air, Euphoria that we all wish to last, Until the old soul can no longer hear.
It was a hot and humid day, A ceiling fan wasn’t enough, The steady wind blew, Like a temporary comfort, On a beach with serenity, Until it was too cold, Followed by heavy rain.
He is not mysterious, Nor does he want to be, He is mostly reserved, Hiding behind a silhouette, He has much to say, Yet spoken shortly with emojis, He is nothing, But a lost soul, Walking on a crumbled path, A man deprived of everything.
Each person yearns for something different, Music, comfort, or a sense of self, But we all seek a sense of peace, To find our place in this world.
The last stanza took me by surprise. It is definitely written on its own yet has a similar style and feel as my poems.
The soul yearns for sufficient fulfillment, From the moving vibration in the air, Slips into the tunnel to the eardrums, Harmony of voices and instruments,
The slow-touching yet finely stroke echoes, Accompanied by strong distinct voices, The notes, the pitch, persistent emotions, Swimming and swirling filling the vast air,
The euphoric moment all wish to last, Until the old soul can no longer hear.
If I could scream, It will be loud, Inhaling air, Ballooning lung, Letting all out, Echoing voice, Wild vibration, Raising vocal, Stressing chamber, Straining the chord, Out of breath, With teary eyes, Dry hurting throat,
A sigh withdrew, The eyes jaded, The mouth sealed, The sweats broke, The fist closed, The knee dropped, The feet nailed,
Yet the one none saw, The depleted mind, The greyed heart, And the dried desire, To feel the grasp of living, The weariness of life, Goes beyond the spoken word, Of tiredness.
Write Ally! Write! 