The Phantom

Something is present with apparent sense with no apparent existence, with a sole purpose but is elusive and unknown, it behold a continuous dread or abhorrence, a representation of a ghastly image but regarded as useless. A mask made out of the fallacies and ideas of men, their united fear of the unknown. It hides everything it gnaws away hope and the rest kept away from any existing ghost of the living.

           They say men’s greatest weakness is their identity. A concrete abstract that explains everything with one shot. But ones identity makes a man human, but to some people, they regard their identity as a waste of space, instead they continue to hide it under the benevolence of the majestic alluring shadows of symbolism, a wonderful fruit of the effects of the phantom. The identities that have been kept, shall remain hidden in the eyes of others and false image will remain present to others but a ghost of the possessor.
            In life people kept things to them with the use of the four corners of their life, the four tamed and rehearsed characteristics of beings. Four beautiful things sat in occurrence as the Phantom of Life, the representation of being alive? I guess not, but instead they are the representation of a dying inner self along with the dying world of blissfulness, innocence, and pureness, away from lies and hidden personalities, like a plant slowly being withered away by the wind, the sun, water and time. The first lady is the phantom of Burden, a mask to cover up heavy weight of reality upon ones shoulder a lifelong load one heavier than anything that one needs to carry to get out of the reality, to have one thing to run to in order to have something to keep in mind in order to fight and move forward; the second lady is the Phantom of Grace, a shadow covering the darker sides of reality by putting up a shadow of continuous fluttering images of a butterfly transferring from flower to flower, to cover up the limping image of a battered body full of bruises, grazes, wounds and injuries, number three; they say men are less emotional than woman but a man is the perfect image, the Phantom of Emotions, it may appear senseless but the best way to cover up emotions is to use emotions opposite to its real meaning. Emotions are the soul weapons either to save, to reject or to destroy or to let others fall. But each of the abstract ideas is used to cover up one thing; it’s used to cover up existence, the existence of the true identity. The last Corner is the Phantom of Existence, the mere fact that everyone wants to hide with a smile that doesn’t have any meaning but a painful distraught of the truth. The real meaning of The Phantom: The Fallacies of life.

In order to survive, we cling to all we know and understand. And label it reality. But knowledge and understanding are ambiguous. That reality could be an illusion. All humans live with the wrong assumptions. Isn't that another way of looking at it? how much can you really see? The great mistake of human kind believing that they can proceed with life without the help of others, they often believe that they carry the world on their shoulders, that there is no one there to help, they always appear to be happy skipping around, dancing, laughing the real beauties of the present that sometimes they manage to deceive the human eye and process the thing that can be only seen and not by what is felt.

Emotions is men's greatest weakness… they think so highly of their abilities, they think they can fight of their feelings by obtaining and portraying another, they think they can fool anyone and their pride becomes their downfall. Yes, maybe emotion is a weakness, but hidden strength lies behind this particular weakness. Example is when people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become...as strong as they can be, wherein no one can beat them. But why is that that man pursues to escape is it of natural choice or of demands but the answer is one thing, to escape pain. Well, maybe the truth is often times people hide not because they are already suffering but instead they are afraid to experience it, afraid of commitment, of sacrifices, and of pain.

I myself is afraid to experience pain, I am afraid of the searing hot metal that any minute can be imbedded upon my flesh but that’s how life is supposed to be, sacrifices requires one to feel hurt, when people get hurt, they learn to hate, when people hurt others because of hate, they learn about guilt, but knowing that pain allows people to be kind, pain allows people to grow. All our lives is allotted for sacrifice, for our loved ones, friends, homes, and families. Sacrifice. It is better by far to sacrifice for others, for something that means everything, than to stubbornly hang on to shreds of pride of hiding. But well, I realize something important, another reason why people mask their emotions through the ghosts of life, to stop themselves from a sudden urge of bloodlust, of revenge and of darkness. You have someone in your life whom you honor and revere so much that every hurt on them is inflicted on you as well. And the closer they are to you, the greater the pain. The moment everything that you know and love is taken from you so harshly all you can think about is anger, hatred, and even revenge... and no one can save you, because loneliness is this world form of greatest pain, the abhorrence brought by the world upon us. But every hero has a flaw, a fear and when the hero has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.

Humans look up to emotions as a void sphere of weakness, of fear, but also on the other hand people doesn’t want to feel emotions is because of rejection some may say ‘Sometimes its better to lock up your feelings deep inside and become cool. Rather than being a puppet of your own emotions and appear as emotional fool...’ but whose the greater fool when in the end you’ll just cry and be sorry for not telling them how you really feel. We’ll I shouldn’t have written the cry part because often times people believe that crying is a live show exposing to the world your weakness but its not because crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is a real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion, its because everything had just started to pile up

There is nothing wrong with showing the emotions we kept, because its not a weakness nor a hindrance its our strength; However even how stupid a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Because man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

How the heck did I ever end up explaining all sorts of fear, but certainly the masking of emotions leads to the use of all the phantoms of life in masking our identities? We have our own choices to follow and that’s how everything is supposed to be. Our choice is either to dwell on our fears or to live our life alive and free. Better choose one and make sure to make  a life out of it, my point is just so you know, that living under the phantom is nothing but complete idiocy, well, man is born perfect its just that they managed ho to make a fool and an idiot out of themselves.

Don't assume that things are always as they are. Who are you, a relatively sheltered and loved person, to judge his choices? You have never led the life that he led. Never felt the desperation he felt, the need to be accepted. With that kind of condition, he probably gave up on being loved, and resigned to being accepted. The world can give him that acceptance, work to do, a place to belong. It didn't matter if he wasn't viewed as a human being – he probably had never been seen as one. He had a place to belong. Don't judge him. You cannot understand. Because we might know their names but we don’t know the phantom of their being, the mask they wear.