A friend of mine unexpectedly quoted this to me today. It shocked me because it was a pang of reality, something I am obviously not accustomed to.
She said that with every choice we make, we are bound to have to sacrifice some things. That there is a price to pay, always.
The only question you need to ask yourself is will the cost be worth it?
People say I only post about my thoughts. Really abstract thoughts that may or may not be understood by anyone.
They were comparing my blog to others who tell-tale about everything going on in their lives. Events and actual happenings.
The truth is, I’ve done the same all along. I do tell you everything that is going on in my life, full frontal honesty.
I say it.
1 of winter
2 of June
152 of twenty thirteen
90 of us
Who knew ninety days ago that I could have a smile as big as this?
One day ago last year, I wrote this.
I am fulfilling my promise of letting you all know that it happened. Yesterday.
A thousand times better than I ever could imagine and the blog post I wrote? Nothing in comparison to the real thing.
It turns out my imagination isn’t so fertile after all.
Cheers.
Fuck, I’m so happy.
Humans like to lose control. Don’t they?
As much as we strive to be in control of everything in our lives, I believe we all secretly wish that we could just lose it.
More often than not it goes haywire: explosions of emotions, terrible breakdowns followed by subsequent dark days of self loathing and depression.
But sometimes, just sometimes, losing control is plain euphoria.
The hardest problem is letting go and trusting the world will catch us when we stop trying to control every variable in our lives. We all wish that when we do lose control, we are pleasantly surprised instead of greeted with bitter disappointment.
Well, there can never be any guarantees. But to miss out on this feeling of vulnerability, where you don’t know what the world can do with you next, well… to miss out on that is a real shame.
Let go.
God does not let you meet people you’re not ready to meet with yet.
Because we are just not ready.
and neither are they.
He doesn’t want us to see or be a part of their past because He needs us to be a part of their future.
Here’s to God’s perfect timing. Always.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:8-9
The world is an unhappy place.
Although I like to see it as a bright and shiny place, the reality remains that the world is an unhappy place. I think most of it has got to do with the amount of unhappy people in it.
So why is it that we keep succumbing to doing what the rest of the world is doing? Why is it that we follow the expectations of the rest of the world?
The rest of the world expects certain things from us. It has a standard that we must adhere to. We must do things at a certain time, have particular things or otherwise we are considered weird; freaks.
The rest of the world thinks there’s something wrong with us when we don’t follow their protocol. They question what makes our lives so different from the thousands and thousands of miserable lives that make up the rest of the world.
Indeed there is something wrong with us; we are happy.
The rest of the world persuades us to their dark conforming ways, to making the same wrong decisions as everybody else. To live life to a well prescripted recipe that guarantees neither happiness nor any emotions remotely related to euphoria.
I believe it’s because they want us to become just as unhappy as they are. Misery loves company right?
This is the first and last time I am going to listen to the rest of the world. I don’t know what I was thinking. I let them get to me. Always listen to your heart. Shut the rest of the world up. Don’t let them get to you.
When is it that a stranger becomes a friend?
When is it that we learn that we can depend on someone?
When is it that we know for certain that there is still a friendship even after a fight?
When is it that we can find comfort in not talking for a few days or even weeks and still be able to pick up where we left off?
When is it that we can become each other’s person? The one we turn to every time something goes wrong or right, the one we turn to for advice, the one we seek for laughter or for tears.
When?
I wish there was a quadratic formula for this.
Daydreaming is intoxicating.
I am the biggest daydreamer and I used to daydream about all the fascinating things the human mind was capable of thinking.
As an optimist, I believed in my daydreams and hoped with all my heart that they would come true. However, the meagre reality was a different story altogether.
Nothing I ever daydreamed about came true. It became so incredibly disappointing that I used to tell myself that if I wanted something to happen in my life, I should not allow myself to daydream about it. I treated the daydreams as a bad omen.
But now, it looks like the tables have turned. Every passing moment these days seem to have stemmed from the remnants of a stored away daydream I once had. And all the childish demands I once mindlessly uttered about my perfect partner has suddenly taken human form and is standing right in front of me. Served exactly as per my instructions.
So now I am going to let myself daydream again. I am going to let my imagination take me to places this mediocre world cannot even begin to ponder about.
Because It turns out that my daydreams were never bad omens; it just took a little while for the world to harvest my fertile imagination into my very own meagre reality.
Hey showpony, you stand on the podium oh so gallantly.
Back arched, head high as you lift your front feet up exclaiming a screeching greeting.
They all nod together in agreement as they acknowledge your handsome mane and strong build. Good breeding they say, beautiful horse they exclaim.
I stand proudly by your side wearing the medals of your past victories. They congratulate me as I smile politely nodding in agreement of the gift that stands before me.
But as the show comes to a close and we must make our way home, I grow worrysome. Will we make it through the dark forest with only the moon and stars to guide us? Can we make it past the podium and gallop into the horizon of our tomorrow?
Showpony showpony, for now that’s all you are. Anxious I await to step into the dark forest and see whether we’ll make it to the other side.
I believe that one day a showpony no longer will you be as the forest will undeniably turn you into the stallion you were meant to be. If then, when nobody else will agreeably nod along with me at your battered mane and weakened body, know that I will still stand proudly by your side. Not covered in ribbons or medallions but by the scars of our adventure and by blood, marking as a sign that we’ve made it through our journey back home.
Let’s go! Let’s leave the well manicured grounds of the stadium and into the wild fields of tall grasses and uneven branches. Don’t worry as I will not let this be a story of a pretty showpony withering away, instead it will be an epic tale of the stallion and I.
When something bothers you, tell someone about it.
Often, only when your irrational thoughts are spoken out aloud do you realize the absurdity of it.
Don’t let your worrysome thoughts live inside your head, set them loose and you will be free.
I hate those. Passionately. The idea of going to a function specifically designed to give you an opportunity to suck up to your soon-to-be managers and making ‘valuable connections’ with the people you potentially have to compete with, is surely despicable. But perhaps the reason I hate networking so much is because it encourages people to treat other people like material things.
People usually come to these sessions with a preconception of who they would want to meet and what they want to take away from the session. Whether it’s an email address, a name card, anything from another person that may become of value to them later in the future.
With this motive in mind, how can true connections even begin? People are judging you as you speak deciding in their minds of what possible future returns they will gain by acquiring your name card. As you interact, they are trying to work out the exact worth of your value. To them.
I’ll let you be the judge of whether that is key to good relationship building or not. Unfortunately, this kind of relationship building technique goes well beyond the cocktail hour of a networking session and into the relationships we try to build in our everyday lives.
People are not commodities. And they shouldn’t be treated like one. You can’t build relationships based on whether that person will bring any value to you in the future. Because they all will. All relationships will eventually be fruitful. Even the bad fruits will shape you into a better person, make you rethink some of your ideas and if not, they would have at least tested your patience.
So make friends with everybody. Don’t judge people based on first impressions or any pre-conceived idea you might have of them. Don’t limit your ‘network’ to a particular ethnicity, geographical area or even religion. Just get to know everybody, it wont hurt you.
Because basically we are all humans. We all experience the bitter sweet feelings of falling in love, we all start dancing the Macarena every time the song comes on and our eyes all light up when we find somebody on the other side of the world that can say “Yeah, I know exactly how you feel”.
Today is Easter eve. As Catholics, we celebrated today in the Easter vigil mass. Always such a beautiful celebration, beginning with the ceremony of lights and followed by the old time stories of Adam & Eve, Abraham and Moses.
For a brief moment today, a good friend of mine and I reflected on what we were doing this time last year. For some reason the events of Easter eve in 2012 really struck a chord with us and we remembered every detail of what happened that day. Where we ate, what we did, the people we spent it with and the mishaps we inflicted on the world that day.
Most importantly, we gratefully realized that we ended up at the same Easter vigil mass this year as we did last year. Perhaps, the beginning of a new tradition.
As the story of Moses parting the red sea was read out aloud today in the dim lit church, lit only by the candles held by each member of the congregation, I had a prolific thought. Where was I exactly one year ago? Yes, I know where I ate, what I ate and what I did, but where was I?
To put it simply I was definitely nowhere near where I am today. Apparently the past year has been a huge learning curve for me and a year where I changed for the better, I hope. New habits have formed, new attitudes have solidified and a whole new way of looking at the world was established.
So where were you this time last year? Have you moved at all? Or are you exactly at the same spot you were standing in last year? It doesn’t have to be a literal move; even though I was spending the same mass at the same place with more or less the same people today, I was miles away from my 2012 self.
Have you let go of the people that no longer deserve to be in your life? Have you taken that leap of faith? Have you gathered up the courage to do that thing you always wanted to do?
Because Jesus rose from the dead people. He died and then three days later, he came back to life.
That event alone should be enough for all of us to get off our ass and do something incredible with our lives. To keep moving and to keep learning, to keep changing and to keep moving closer to the one that has given us His life.
Don’t stand still. Keep moving on. So that every time you find yourself asking this question, you are miles away from your old self, miles better off.
It really does
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