Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Digital Designer & Creative Writer.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! Thank you so much for reading my blog throughout 2013, you have been nothing short of amazing with your lovely messages, comments, likes and reblogs!!

Michael Daaboul

Everyday Pill (New Year Special: 2014)

It’s quite eye opening when you realise how fast time goes whether you’re working, keeping yourself busy or waiting for the weekend. In one aspect, the weekend seems so far away, but when it arrives, I feel as if time has jumped the queue.

Where has all the time literally gone? I know how I spent it, I can create a time map and it all makes sense, but it doesn’t feel meaningful. It seems as much as time likes to run with the wind caressing its hair, in life, it can stand still.

After a good conversation with the important people in your life, after listening to a great song, attending a function or playing a great video game, you’re left with an experience.

So I measure the happiness that these ‘experiences’ provide to me. My measurement relies on my memory, which is x amount of years on this Earth being my sample size. I can recall the experiences, one by one, but it’s a shadow of its former self. The feeling is as saturated as the memory.

Like medicine, does time need an everyday pill to provide the level of fulfilment? My experience and happiness is formed by that moment which is now overshadowed by its expiry. Quite empty in the present time.

The further time runs along the time map, the further the meaning depreciates. Our species have a biological drive for producing, and by understanding what this means, explains our experience and this fading feeling.

Can you enjoy a movie, a conversation, dinner or travel on your own? You can, but are you forming an experience which caters to our species biological role for happiness?

It’s not as complex AS it sounds. Just the way it is and the level of difficulty.

Solitude isn’t a final form, it’s neither here or there. Your experiences intemperately rely on companionship, your relationships, marriages, families, boyfriends, girlfriends and close friendships. Some relationships are complimentary, others are indispensable that make your heart beat.

Whether it’s creating a purpose or catering to our biological needs, our livelihood requires lasting, ongoing experiences and happiness.

As fast as time is going, if our withering memory isn’t reminded why we’re really here, it’s as if time is standing still … and then, we die.

I didn’t know what to do and now I just try to see it the way everyone saw it and I don’t think anyone understands. But perhaps that’s just the way it is and we have to suffer through this to come out numb and senseless. Even though I can hear the pianist playing a sad song, I couldn’t help but think each note he played sent me back to the place where nostalgia was born. When I first laid eyes on you … .
… .
And the rest, as they say, was history.
Michael Daaboul

Tiptoeing Across Your Lips

If I told you to find things that are hard to see, so tiny to anyone, if I told you to find all the small things and hold on to them, you will tell me why? And I will say to you madam, to never let go of these tiny things. And you will ask why? And I will say to you madam, it’s the small things that become, beyond your expectations, boastfully large that will surprise you. If you truly hold on to them madam, if you truly love these tiny fragments my dear, your life will become that much more enriched, more composed. Everything will make sense, more logical, freer, become content with your thoughts. Don’t fall into the pits of haste, there’s no rush with patience my dear.

So I ask you to stride with your heart’s undecided ways and find what is often left behind. You are young madam, filled with curious questions where you would stumble over the answers. The tiniest moments, all the little things my dear, is the point of it all. You’re not living to find answers, you’re living to breathe in those moments that sneak, bit by bit, that tiptoes across your lips. And perhaps my dear, you will go far and between what you held on to and see how big the tiniest things no one could hardly see became to be and how content you will be.

And will I be happy you ask? If you’re pure, if you continue to learn and trust in the moment of what comes your way, to put aside and live without hatred, inside of you, living throughout your life that you were able to see what hardly no one else was able to see through their lack of living, bitterness and vile distrust.

Often listening to good advice can save your soul. When you’re looking for someone to save you & it’s not a viable option, look for words. After all, all we have are words.
Michael Daaboul

I just need someone to talk to. Have that company that I haven’t received for a long time now. I mean, I get lonely, is what I’m doing wrong? I am just searching for company. Someone to have a cup of coffee with, maybe go see a movie every now and again. That is all I’m really after.

I always thought I would spend my life with that special someone that I could do anything with. Have my other half on my bed, which is now a bedroom that is mostly empty at night.

Do you want to meet up tomorrow? We could get coffee and see what the day brings?

Hear from you soon.

Excerpt from Amongst the Flies (Working Title) By Michael Daaboul

Love Lies Bleeding: Firestorm (Christmas Special 2013)

Boy: What do you think love is all about?
Girl: I think it's a lot of hard work.
Boy: Oh, hard work doesn't sound too appealing.
Girl: You know, it shouldn't be though.
Boy: Why do you say that?
Girl: Real love is almost unconditional. Otherwise, I don't think it’s called love.
Boy: People fall out of love, or so I heard.
Girl: I don't think they fall out of love, they just stop meeting each other in their hearts.
Boy: Why?
Girl: It's not real love.
Boy: What's real love then?
Girl: Love is a battle and you need someone who is going to be on your team. I really mean it though, you need someone who really is going to help you fight so much and never, ever leave you behind. No matter how pathetic you seem, no matter what you do.
Boy: Can you lose a battle?
Girl: You can, but that doesn't mean that someone is lost too!
Boy: What happens to them?
Girl: I don't care if we're outnumbered by a million to two. I don't care if it's a firestorm or when it's getting so tough you feel like you need to run away. You don't run away without me, you don't leave me behind. You're on my team, you're with me. I don't need someone who loves me when there's no fight, anyone can love you when it's perfect. What if life puts me on a battlefield? And he runs away? THAT'S NOT LOVE! I need him to believe in me all the time, to trust me, to know I will be there anytime, EVERY TIME! That there's no doubt in my mind that he's beside me. Always by my side! You know how rare that loyalty is? That's love.
Boy: Oh my. That's amazing.
Girl: It is. The feeling is amazing! I know there's someone out there that will do anything for me, in any situation, they would even protect me until they can no longer move. I would do the same. He would look into my eyes and say to me, "Would you fight for me? Would you be here, and even when you might not be happy or a little sad, would you be human with me and preserve... would you take my hand when everyone has left me behind?" And I would slap him, and tell him, “How can you ever doubt me!” I would be with him until I can no longer move. BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!
Boy: That's so powerful, my god!
Girl: That's what love is all about. It's not about falling out of love. You fall out of love. You doubt, you create an illusion of false lies and false futures. Every green grass you jump to, is the same green grass.
Boy: What if those people did genuinely fall out of love though?
Girl: They thought they were in love. If you ever felt what I told you just now, that means you two were inseparable. You stopped meeting halfway, YOU did.
Boy: Unconditional love.
Girl: It's no secret, we're unstable. We fear and fly away. When it's not easy, we rather flee until we just settle. We need someone to tell us it will be okay, someone to stop me while my mind is in chaos, to remind me and look deep into my eyes, that everything will be okay!

Even though the night is still and quiet, it is the only time when the world outside wants to hear what you have to say inside. Even when you know the world is a cruel, conniving bastard, you have it in your heart to forgive all its sins for one more moment.

It gives you time to walk and swing on the streetlights within your thoughts, when no one is around, the patience of the night often makes time tick a little slower than normal. It’s your chance to recover for another day on planet Earth.

Excerpt from Streetlights By Michael Daaboul
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