2010*

2010, You Can Kiss My Black @$*! What A Shitty Year You Have Been!

Sorry.

Inspirational Monday: A Peek Inside My Mind. *Quotes

On the road to riches we forget who we are and lose track of what really matters.

- Rodoël John Rooi -

Two roads, one is a dead end and the other one leads to the end of a cliff. Which one do you choose?

- Rodoël John Rooi -

How can I ignore my feelings, I know I can’t change the world with my words, nonetheless I will try even if it's the last thing I do.

- Rodoël John Rooi -

People make pebbles seem like boulders, but when the going gets rough pebbles can seem like mountains.

- Rodoël John Rooi -

Living our lives to go to a place that no one has ever seen. Everyone claims to know where we are going, but do we really?

- Rodoël John Rooi -

The Grey Area* Hump Day Poem, To Get You Through The Week.

The Grey Area*

Being able to see in color is such a blessing in disguise.

A double edged sword.
We are privileged enough to live in such a beautiful and colorful world.

Sadly this gift also comes with a darkside.

It allows us to judge each other based on the color of our skin.

Therefore I choose to be color blind.

Why would this be better, if you can still see the difference between black and white?

The difference is there is a lot more grey.

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Snow: A New Beginning. (Poetry Sunday*)

A New Beginning.

I wasn’t planning on writing anything about the snow, but something changed my mind.

As I was walking home last night in yet another snow storm.

I felt each and every single snow flake that fell and made contact with my bare skin.

I looked around and for once in a long-time it was quiet and peacful, just me and my thoughts.

Not even a single soul outside besides me and Mother Nature, walking together holding hands.

No sounds of roaring car engines, no artificial lights, tire tracks or footsteps.

Just the sound of me breathing, the sound of the wind and the snow crunching beneath the soles of my shoes.

I can see everything around me despite all of the snow flakes that have found their final resting place on my glasses.

I can even see my breath each time I exhale, I feel num and forget about the cold and how much my hands are hurting.

It’s then I realized  that there isn’t a sight more prettier than virgin snow.

Untouched by modernization and the filth of the city staining its pale white skin.

I love the snow, because it reminds me of the way things were meant to be, Mother Nature in its purest form.

Using the world as her canvas, painting it all white.

As if it’s her way of hitting the reset button and giving us a fresh new start.

Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Written By Rodoël John Rooi