I will be a living testament that people can live with pain and still be happy.
To live is to hurt and to hurt is to live. And that is completely fine.
If I would die between 10 and 11:20 tonight on my way to starting a new life, I would die a happy woman.
– I have nearly closed the loops of my friendships, and each will have an ever stronger support system because life is hard.
– Kash has learned to become more compassionate and that prayers always come with action.
– Aziel now wears shorts, w/o care what people will say about her legs.
– Prinzel will remember how she ferried a friend to survival and renewal.
– Despite losing her little boy, Lanie remains strong, loving and purehearted. Everyone must learn from her “growing up with grace.”
– Abegail will realize that life is short and start pursuing freedom.
– Khai will teach herself that being alone is totally fine and enjoyable sometimes.
– Helen will not read diaries anymore hahaha
– Katy will still be like Pooh.
– Rhea will be ever more comfortable with her mal-adjustments because she’s one of the wisest I know. She’ll love herself more and assert what she deserves.
– Anj will know that I treasure every moment she stood up for me.
– My family knows I die on my way back to them :)
– And Dennis will go on find the best woman for him, one who has true “soldier-wife skills.” He’ll also know that he would be the last man I loved.
Truly, the universe never runs out of support systems.
Gossip kills souls and spirits
Creativity and all possibilities
For trust and unity
It stops reform and revolution
Right where they start
Gossip doesn’t like excellence
It kills empathy and compassion
We all have something to bear, you know
We all have some kind of paralysis
One day I was walking behind this man, and then I understood what Prinzel’s favorite quote meant:
“Without suffering, there is no compassion.”
To gossip is to deny our very suffering and blindness of the world.
To gossip is to deny our paralysis, blind spots, and to pretend we’re perfect.
I was smiling on my way home not because of joy, but because my series of unfortunate events have gone from depressing to comical.
I don’t know if I’m merely a victim of circumstances or something really wrong is going on inside my head. And I ought to know.
First, lose P22,000 and accept that people may think you stole it. Focus on getting things done, not knowing that relationships are compromised, and get talked behind your back. Get “bullied” and realize how unprofessional that is after 24 hours. Find out that you’re being investigated for mis-coordination for not knowing better ahead, without being asked of your side. Maybe it was a mis-communication. Story going around with 3 keywords: drunk, 1 am, conflict-affected area. Serve as bad example to your colleagues and be told “it doesn’t matter whether that’s true or not.” Be a pain in the ass for some simple logistical matter. All in 1 month. Good job, kara.
There may be lapses in my memory, my ability to perceive reality, the root cause of my fear of insanity. We ought to find out the truth, don’t we? Simply ignoring injustice is in itself injustice.
If you don’t know truth, you don’t know love. Where’s the love y’all?
Note: Hope this doesn’t stem out to more, it may seem exaggerated, but please, i can only handle so much.
In the coming of 2012, I vowed not to underprice myself. I’ve always been forward, straightforward, aggressive, resolute in getting what I want. To the point of leaving no self-preservation (well, not really).
I’ve always been the one who reaches out, who makes herself very transparent (because I don’t believe that humans have much guessing to do), I’m confrontational and I say things that people don’t expect to hear (at least that’s what Haze said). If I say it, I mean it (to the best of my consciousness). If I don’t, don’t assume.
But this year, I want to see investment. I want to feel that I’m worth risking for. I want to be offered crazy unconditional love.
On the other end, Haze has vowed not to overprice this year! “The first time I’m willing to love someone without guarantees of being loved back.” To let down her guard and to take a risk.
How funny can life get? I learned from Haze, she learned from me. The differences that once caused tension between us, in the end, have helped each find her balance. What’s the more noble way to live? Who can tell.
Continue gliding through the spectrum. Eventually, we wish, you’ll find balance.
What’s your new year’s resolution, by the way? Don’t be stubborn, I’m sure you reflected on your life, unless you gave up on change! :D
I’ve recently come back from Cebu to spend some time with my parents, before finally living a parentless life. I’m not really alone and this is not the first time, but adult life is dawning on me.
I’ve been on vacation-mode practically for several months now, pretending to be a freelancer (ooooops, employers might see this!). But seriously, life has been difficult since I quit Organika. Not because it’s too challenging, but because it’s empty. Life seemed to have meaning then.
Trech is also now in Germany, taking pictures around town (which means I’m almost friendless and feeling left behind). We dreamed together that we would go to Europe, it’s amazing that it’s now true for her!
I remember our conversation about parenthood and self-esteem. She said, “There are two ways of raising a child. On one end is mine, and on the other end is yours.” One gets amazing confidence, feels that she deserves the best, that she’s special and loved by the universe. The other kid wonders why somebody would love her, choose her, and think that she has to work for everything she’d have.
What’s the better way of raising a child? One may be glowing with confidence, but she may be easily broken. One may be doubtful, but she may become very strong, very creative. What’s the better way of raising a child? They will both face challenges that will make them cry. Their limits, only they will know.
However we may be raised, or however we may have raised our children, I guess we just have to remember that this is our life story and no one can tell us if it’s going the wrong way. Just keep moving.