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Monday, July 30, 2012

About discontentment

She stood there, seeing her own life in pieces
In flashes, like a shadow dragged by misfortunes

She sat quietly, wondering what just happened
So quiet, that she could hear her own thoughts
Or not? Were they actually hers?
She didn't know
Competing a full-speed train, her mind rushed unwillingly fast

For every moments passed, she didn't know why she was here
Hollow, she was
And what could possibly be the meaning of life, but a passion to survive?



Friday, July 13, 2012

About everything in this blog

Brainiacs,

Don't try to decode whatever I write here. Sometimes I don't even know what it means. I do have to straighten things up a bit.

1. On the contrary of popular belief, my world doesn't revolve around me and as much as I hate to admit, I don't love myself that much. Everything in this blog ISN'T always about me. I try to be a little bit bogus-ish by sometimes assuming myself as another person, with a set of emotions, and write what I think as the person. So yes, that post about falling in love might not be about me falling in love. It might be about how someone feels when he/she is falling in love.

2. I try to keep things universal by not defining "you." In my posts, "you" could be a teddy bear, a book, a lover, the weather, etc. I have fun writing for different random objects and you should have fun imagining too.

3. Needless to say, *literally, I don't have anything here, I just put it so I have a good rendition of "three things that need attention," Rule-of-three rules! <--- oh that's redundant* I LOVE YOU. I know some people do read my blog *blush* even though they don't want to comment on the posts. You know what, I don't care. I write for the sake of my own satisfaction. Of course my satisfaction goes up if some people do appreciate what I write. Appreciation could be in the form of closeted readers, or not-so-closeted ones. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

About contradictory power of love

Poison and Wine - The civil wars


This song must have some kind of additives. I've been listening to this over and over and over again, and I still can't get my mind over it. It's POISONous, in a sense that it kills my love for other songs, yet just like WINE, it calms my nerves. *See what I did there?*


In all seriousness, who named their band "The civil wars?" Kudos to Joy Williams and John Paul White. No, I didn't know them because of The Hunger Games or Taylor Swift. I knew them way back before they win Grammy Awards.


About the song: JW (Joy Williams) – Love has a way of ripping you apart just as much as it has a way of holding you together, and this piece is a gut-level-honest tug and pull of affection and affliction felt between two lovers. 


Love is not just about affection. It's a choice of being present in the circle of affection, even though it burns out. Being in love is falling out of love with someone, yet deliberately choosing to stay. It's not a commitment, because commitment is based on understanding what ones are signed up for. It's love when you don't even know how to weigh the costs and benefits. It's intuitive, not predictable. While commitment is a pledge, love gives you options.


That's why Best-Friend-A didn't say anything when Best-Friend-B decided to date C even though A liked B so damn much. B and C loved each other after all.
That's why my mom didn't kick me out when I said I wanted a whole different direction in life.
That's why my dad works hard to provide.


Love rips you apart, and pull you back together. All in all, it proves its abilities to attract more opportunities and possibilities. Love never shuts you down.

Monday, March 19, 2012

About making peace with your past

People say, "Time heals all wounds."


In fact it doesn't. It gives you its most powerful trait: a break.
Survivors, we need to heal ourselves.
Time won't do it.

Then who's gonna heal?
The real deal is the will.



Will you get up and move on?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

About constant pain

It might not ever crossed our mind, but we endure pain. We choose to endure pain.
"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." -Haruki Murakami-

*and by "we," i mean humans

We are survivors. We've been around for centuries. The fact that we're still here is a proof of our endurance. Some of us, the masochists, even enjoy it; some of us might always try to run away from it, but at any rate, we succeed.

*so raise your glass, would you?*

I understand that this is not a scholarly article by any means. I don't define "pain", "suffering", "endurance", or even "to succeed." There is no such thing as universal pain, nor universal suffering. I do pay attention that a very questionable characteristic of pain is whether it is constant. If it is constant, how can we differentiate it with our normal condition, our "painless moments?" If it is not constant, why can we feel that some kind of pain is always there, like it never goes away?

I notice constant pain in people. A funny thing about pain is that you can locate pain inside someone. It may be just a woman thing, you know. My significant other is disturbed by the fact that I "observe" people too much. I never mean to do that. He always says that I am too sensitive, to which I reply with denial that I am not sensitive, but paying attention.

Some constant pain that I found in people includes bitterness, loneliness, inability to achieve/express freedom, and the absence of meaning of life. Let's get back to the core for a moment. Does constant pain exist? I stated earlier, "If it is constant, how can we differentiate it with our normal condition, our "painless moments?" Let me take that back. It's a little bit ignorant (1) to assume that just because you feel it constantly, we can't feel it anymore and (2) to assume as if all pain is the same. You might experience pain all the time, in different scope and texture. Perhaps pain is ice cream. Eating ice cream everyday, you still can feel that it is ice cream. Eating ice cream everyday in different flavors, you can distinguish different flavors of ice cream. A cool thing about human is that we can feel something and we can get the idea of how the opposite thing feels like at the same time. Doesn't make any sense?
An example:
I feel happy. I feel constantly happy, but I know what it feels like if I'm sad. I might feel bored because I feel happy all the time, but that doesn't omit the feeling of being happy, nor make happy and sad indistinguishable.

If it is not constant, why can we feel that some kind of pain is always there, like it never goes away?
Yes we do. We feel that some kind of pain is always there and never goes away. And we do different approach to handle this. We take it as a suffering (depression kind of approach), or we toss it in the trash (ignorance), or we endure it with a belief that it will go away.

What should we do about it?
I think the best way to take care of pain, is to find meaning in pain. I am not the first one to think that. Victor Frankl believes that we should find the meaning of life, that our lives might not be the "best," but the key is to find the purpose of what the worst lives contain.

We should not take it as a suffering, because suffering wastes your time. Suffering leads you to another state of mind: hopeless. Hopeless conquers you. It eats you up inside and makes you wander around with no compass or maps or GPS. Being hopeless makes you lost.


With meaning, you always find the way to go back. You will create your own map, even though you have, let's say, fallen into the trap of suffering.


What could be it? The one with such grandeur, meaning in constant pain or just pain in general?

Anything.
Anything that you define as the meaning will keep you going. The question is whether you believe you can get out of the constant pain, or pain in general, for the pursuit of that meaning? If you can't find the answer, think again. I'm not saying that you should find meaning in diminishing poverty, or educating the uneducated, or other WOW-THAT'S-HUGE kinda things, but starting with something bigger than yourself is never a bad direction.

Which leads me to my next point, it's never JUST.ABOUT.YOURSELF.

My premise here is that the meaning of constant pain or pain should be something bigger than ourselves. Let me explain what I mean. Let's say you endure pain because you want to make your mom happy. Is it bigger than you? It's not about you. It's about your mom. So it should be considered bigger than you, right? Wrong. The pursuit is not bigger than yourself if you think that you want to make your mom happy because she has been there for you first. It's still about you. It's about you giving back to your mom. It's making YOU feel happy. No, Sherlock, it's not about your mom then.

Selflessness is the key to crack hopelessness.

I know that some people and I sometimes think that we're such unlucky creatures that have to endure this pain; that out of all the misery, we're the most miserable ones. Yes, we maybe are. I don't know about you, Les Misérables, but I want to be liberated. I am walking away and I am making a history by going out of my shell and defeating my pain. I want you to do that too. I want you to join me.

Some people think that this is a no-brainer. For those people, it might be surprising that some others just don't want to let go. I am very disappointed that one of my used-to-be best friend is one of those that don't want to let go.


I hope you find comfort in whatever you choose. Sorry, I think you're such a goose.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

About being in a relationship

I oppose the idea that being in a relationship is better than being single. Let's face it, sharing is caring, but neither sharing nor caring is featured on the list of things-that-humans-are-naturally-keen-to-do. Surprise: we love to be in control. We love to have it all. We love to beat others. As much as we love those, we don't like to be alone.

The other day, I was with two other friends. We debated upon whether being single/in a relationship is better. Better, of course, is such a vague word. We didn't come to an agreement about what better meant, yet we were so into it that we didn't care anymore. Another person and I argued that being single is better. The other two argued the other way saying that being in a relationship is so much better than being single. The grass is always greener on the other side. In reality, we were in the state of what we argued as worse. The other person and I were in a relationship. The two other people were not. So much for self-pity.

The argument for "relationship is better" lies so much on how we have a counterpart to share our happiness and sadness, that being alone is sad-no matter how happy we are-, and that we don't want happiness if we have no one to share with. The argument for "single is better" lies on how we don't have to think about our counterpart's feeling and thoughts, that we are free to choose whatever we want, and being responsible for whatever we end up choosing.

I know that this is such a silly topic. Don't judge me, I'm not a self-centered bitch. I might be more than that. I don't know what I should call myself. I'm annoying, at the very least, but I do believe that what I argued was true. Even until now, when we are not talking about it anymore.

Being in a relationship is not going to make your life any better. If you're looking forward to be in a relationship because it will make your life dandier, with pink and yellow flowers all over your green-green-grass-of heart, think again. I'm telling you now: it won't be. This is what some movies forget to tell you: you won't feel like flying when you are walking even if you are in love. When s/he does things wrong, you will still be upset. When s/he forgets to lift up/put down the toilet seat, you will still roll your eyes.


You know that being in a relationship will not make your life any better, yet you choose to be in it, because you know that as worse as it gets, you're ready to face it with this person, and this person will make it worth-it.


The question is do you dare to love?

Friday, October 22, 2010

About believing in something

First of all, there's a difference between to believe and to believe in something. This is a quote I found. Hope it helps.

To believe in something or somebody means to have faith in them or in it and this requires a long term relationship. For example, you can say I believe in miracles which means you think that in general it is possible that miracles happen.

To believe + object describes a more concrete situation, usually it's a single action as in our sentence. 
If your friend calls you tomorrow announcoing I've just won 3 million dollars in the lottery! you simply might reply I don't believe you which means you don't think that this particular statement of his is true.

from: http://www.english-test.net/forum/ftopic3572.html

I personally assert that to believe in something is a motivation. It motivates you to acquire certain goals, gives you hope and expectations, lift your confidence up, but it doesn't. DOESN'T. distinguish you to non-believers.*by putting non-believers, I don't mean to connect this to some kind of spiritual belief or such thing. They literally mean anyone that doesn't believe in whatever you do believe in (e.g. hard work, luck, the importance of facebook, the doomsday, the positive of stalking -- now it's getting personal, haha...)

My point is to really underline action as the fruit of an idea. Frankly, I don't care about what you believe in.

You can believe in, you know, tarot cards, whatever, I don't care. Not mainly because I'm a self-centric bitch, well that may be a part of it, but yes, what you believe in per se won't affect me and my life. I am not disturbed by your confidence in tarot cards. And yes, what you believe in and what I believe in don't make us different until you/I practice your/my belief tangibly. In this case, I would be mad if you forced me to walk straight on my way to school because according to your tarot cards, I would be in danger if I turned left.

I notice in some movies, well, some super hero movies, this most profound scene, close to the climax, is very likely to happen. The bad guys messed up the city, chaos everywhere, fire, flood, you-name-it, the super hero's girl would get up and said to the newly found super hero guy, "Come on! Go get them!" And when the super hero guy turned out to be shallow and told the girl that he had lost his power, the same girl would bravely say, "Just believe in yourself. We need you." The guy got up. Believing in himself, he got the super power back from nowhere (something that Rhonda Byrne's The Secret can explain), and walked out as the mighty super hero, someone that we'd known would be even before we bought the movie ticket.

Now let's compare if the movie stopped where "Just believe in yourself" line had ended, would you be a fan of the super hero guy when the credits title appeared?

Me? I want to see the super hero win. I want to be the super hero. I don't want to be just believe. I don't want to regret my life when my credits title of life appear. I don't want to leave such "WHAT IF" questions to them, who cry endlessly and flood my funeral with "she is a good girl. she COULD BE big." I don't want to cry out when my time is over, knowing that I should have been doing something more than just believe.

I want to nail my life. To believe in my ability to do so is just a start.

Just for fun, I believed in my strength to move this small tractor. :p