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Thursday, 29 January 2009

  • Ready

    When I'm feeling like there's no love coming to me...
    And I have no love to give...
    When I'm feeling separated from the world...
    And cut off from myself...
    When I'm feeling annoyed by every little thing...
    Because I'm not getting what I want...

    I'll remember that there is an infinite amount of love available to me.
    And I'll see it in you.
    I'll remember that I am complete within myself...
    So I'll never have to look to you to complete me.
    And most of all, I'll remember that everything I really need I already have,

    And whatever I don't have will come to me when I'm ready to receive it.

     

    from Will and Grace

Monday, 05 January 2009

  • Re-posting

    "when i was a little kid, i fell from a tree. but i managed to hold on to a branch.

     

    i was up there for a long time and waited.

    the silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears.

    then i fell.

    i couldn't remember what happend when i hit the ground.

    all i could remember was the agony of holding on, and the wonderful feeling of letting go."

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

  • Questions, and maybe, answers.

    "Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."
     
    - Letters to a Young Poet, Maria Rainer Rilke

Friday, 13 June 2008

  • From a source

    Weird, but there are still places within me that still look the same when you left, rooms dusty and dark with your absence. Which is to say, I miss you and all that was good and bright and loving in you. When will you ever appear in my day again and it's not a coincidence? Let us be friends. Let us be quiet witnesses to each other's lives. Let us be dreamers together. You are my one beautiful idea. You were once my life.

Wednesday, 28 May 2008

  • By the river Piedra I sat down and wept.

    Excerpt. By Paolo Coelho

    By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river--leaves, insects, the feathers of birds--is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.


    By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until--far from my heart and sight--all of them merge with the sea.

    May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together.

    I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams--the dreams that will never come true.

    I remember my "magic moment"--that instant when a "yes" or a "no" can change one's life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him.

    I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop.

    "Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old," he said.

    Perhaps love makes us old before our time--or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments? That is why I write--to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. That's what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do. Only then--in the words of one of the saints--will the water extinguish what the flames have written.

    All love stories are the same.

Monday, 26 May 2008

  • Closing Cycle by Paul Coelho

    Closing Cycle by Paul Coelho

    One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else. Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Tuesday, 20 May 2008

  • I've Still Got My Health

    I 've been sick the past week.

    I'm not a sickly person, in fact I've been going to work nonstop for the last 5 years having taken only a sick leave once. I pride myself for it.

    But the week prior I had to go on 18 hours of nonstop work that somehow got my defenses down. I was up for 24 hours and I didn't feel the fatigue. I somehow still had that disillusioned notion that I'm 22 and I can't get sick. Someone had to remind me that, no, I'm not 22, and yes, I'm not as young. And I can get sick.

    So I had some tropical virus going on that spoiled my mother's day and dad's birthday revelry. I was stuck in my room -- and was told not to do anything -- no TV, no internet, no reading. Pretty much lay dead there like a corpse staring into nothingness, thinking random, idle thoughts. I did that for a week. I had almost zero appetite I'd go on for a full 24 hours having eaten only half a pandesal. It will take me half a day to finish half a cup of porridge.Sitting down was like working out. I'd pant and huff after just a trip to the bathroom. My sis brought home my favorite chicken teriyaki but I just stared into it till the wee hours of the morning and never touched it. I asked my mom to take it away because the stench was makin my vomit.

    I was ready to offer my life to the Lord. It was that bad. Someone told me I'm overrreacting but when you're in that state you think of everything just to get out of that rut. I had no tears to cry as I had no energy to spare.

    But I'm better now.  Weight loss is my consolation prize. But I am soooo not going through this again.

    This is just one among the many curveballs thrown my way this first half of 2008. I'm hoping the rest of the year would be better.

Thursday, 31 January 2008

  • I still...

     

    i still have a photograph of you
    i've kept it all these years
    i guess it would make you laugh to know
    it still brings back the tears
    from another place
    in time
    when your love was mine

    a picture of innocence
    your eyes
    they move me even now
    if i had the confidence
    i'd try
    to bring you back somehow
    to another place
    in time
    when your love was mine

    maybe i'm just
    a sentimental fool
    bringing back memories
    from a photograph of you.

    i still have a photograph of you
    i've kept it all
    these years

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Me, Myself, and I

  • Enjoying life before it comes to a halt.