Penny for My Thoughts

In life, we don't always get what we want. But we do get what we need. That has been a line that's been passed down from several generations ago and I've tried researching who the originator of that line is, but all to no avail (as is the case for most "words to live by" we encounter daily). But regardless of who that was, it's interesting how selfless he got. How much of the world and that of beyond he sees that he is able to grasp the concept of just getting what you need and then being contented with it.

As humans, we aspire to have a lot of things. We want. Always want. Sometimes, greedily. Getting it and then wanting even more, always not having enough. I'm not sure if you can call that human nature, but if you want to, then so be it.

books, desires, and confusing ideas

I've been reading a book for a couple of days now. Three books in three days, to be exact. I'm not sure If I have the courage to pinpoint the specific title of the books just yet because, frankly, these were never my type. I just wanted to see what all the hype was about. Maybe I'll have the guts to mention them in another blog, but right now, I'm a chicken.

Yes, at first I was skeptical. The book's plot never held enough promise. In fact, it was so cliche that I never gave it a second though. Until now. A product of having too much time and too little stuff to fill it with, I guess. So unlike me. But when you're bored and desperate, a lot of things that's so "unlike you" can happen. So I guess this one's one of those.

Or maybe I'm just making excuses so I hide my desire to read them. I'm not sure.

In the Midst of My Confusion

Legacy. If there's ever anything I worry about the most, it's if I ever left my mark in this world. I never really thought of it consciously before, but since I began this somewhat moronic vacation leave with no apparent reason, I've been given time (too much time) to think about what I've done, what I'll be doing, what I might be doing, and what I did not do.

Then I got to thinking, if ever, for some reason, I drop dead this instant, even as I'm writing this blog, would people remember me? If they did, what would they remember me by? Did I do something worthwhile? Did I do something that would stand the test of time? Would I live in the hearts of those I touched? Or was there ever anyone whose lives I touched? If somehow I suddenly left this reality, would people be able to carry my spirit on? Would my legacy continue to shine? Or have I even left a legacy to begin with?

One Step At A Time

It's that kind of day when you wake up in the morning and everything that needs to be done is slapped on your face like a deck of cards.

Time is flying fast. And it took me quite a while to realize this.

I've been swinging back and forth between work and play, not realizing that I have to seize the moment and make them mine because I won't have many more days like these soon.

I'm at the transition stage. I'm at the junction. I'm standing at the crossroads between past and future and I have so little time to decide which path to take.

The final day (365 day project)

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taken: feb28, 2012 ~at various times~

Letter to Myself

Life is cruel. Unfair. Unjust. And boring.

Life is exciting. Upbeat. Unpredictable. And fun.

Whichever those descriptions of life you're leaning on, one fact remains. Life is life. And life is better when shared with another. Going through the cruel things with others can help lessen the burden and ease the load. It can help put a sense on all of these trials. And much more so when going through the fun ones.

The Grinning Fool (A Repost from I Wrote This For You)

Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed petrified that I might be as happy as I am.

And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true.

words.

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Seriously, my mind's numb right about now. That word splashed on the screen pretty much took everything...every effort, every drop of sweat, tear, blood...just everything.

Why do you write?

A pen and a paper are powerful things. Probably one of the most powerful in the world. It can put a smile on the face of someone who just received ecstatic news, make the heart of a girl in love flutter, and can even make dreams come true. On the down side, it can provide the most heartbreaking news, make the happiest man alive cry tears of anguish, or crush your world. Whatever the case, things written down, are a testimony of a part of someone’s feelings. And the pen and paper are mediums for this testimony.

So why do people write despite the risks? What risks, you ask? A lot. The greatest of which is the risk of having a part of your inner self possibly exposed to the world, a world full of critics and disbelievers. Well, I don’t know the reason for anyone other than myself. Here’s mine.