Turning a year older somehow scares me…not because in a few years time, I’ll no longer find my age in the calendar, as they say. It scares the hell out of me because it reminds me of the year that had just passed by. I can’t avoid thinking if I have really done something that will lead me to the achievement of my goals or if I just wasted another year of my precious life.
During our elementary days, slum books or autograph books were in their heyday. Mine was small-sized and it had Snoopy on its cover. As I think about it now, I can’t help but wonder why even the owner signs his/her slum book. Well I don’t know if other people did it, but I am pretty sure that the first few pages were my entries. Then during break time, we would be going around asking classmates for their entries as well—“Pa-sign?”
Usually, you have three pages to answer in that slum book. The 1st page is for questions requiring as a matter-of-fact answers like: name, nickname, birthday, zodiac sign and a couple of your favorites (color, music, TV program, movies, actors, food). The n in the 2nd page, it gets more personal, asking you questions like: “Describe yourself.”, “Who is your first crush?”, “Who is your first kiss?”, “Define love.”, “What is your most embarrassing moment?”, “What is your motto?”, “What is your ambition?”, “Who do you want to be with in heaven?” Then the 3rd page of course is the dedication page, with matching photo of from your friend who signed the slum book.
When I answered those questions before, I wasn’t really thinking. Who the hell cares if you write “MTM” (many to mention) when asked for your favorite food…or when you reply “judge me” when asked for a description of yourself, or if you define love as a rosary…full of mystery? Nyaha! It was just thrilling to answer those questions, letting other people know your insights as well…very shallow insights. Well, what do you expect from an 10- year old then? I didn’t even wonder what heaven is being talked about in the last question above. Nyaha! Probably, the only serious answer I had was “live life to its best/fullest” or “live life as if it’s your last” when asked for my motto.
After 10 years or so, it dawned on me that the questions in the pambatang slum book are actually difficult to answer and require some careful thought. The only serious answer I had “live life to its best/fullest” even bothers me right now. It was only now that I have realized that I actually didn’t know how to go about with that. How do you actually do that given the different constraints in your life? The underlying fact is that life is so short, you never know when yours is going to end. Last week my block mates and I just realized this, and it is so sad to think that even at a young age, when everything is going on well with your life, suddenly it had to be cut short. And so having realized that life is indeed short, all of a sudden you have the energy and inspiration to do all the things you want. Problem is either you lack the resources to do them or it’s not really feasible to do the things you want that will make you happy all at the same time. Another problem lies in the fact that you cannot do just about anything pleasurable especially if it’s done at the expense of other people. So, living one’s life to its best is actually very difficult to do.
What now? Should I change my motto then? Hopefully when somebody in the future asks me “pa-sign” my answers would be well thought of. Those were not kiddie questions after all. It is actually more apt to answer those questions at that point in your life when you have a variety of experiences and expectantly you are a whole lot wiser. The slum book will serve as the summary of your existence in this world.
Well I still want to live by my kiddie motto which now serves as let’s say guiding principle. We have different means of maximizing our existence. In the end, it’s still all up to us. At times life never seems to be the way we want it, but we live it the best way we can…
Friday, December 1, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
THE BUZZ
A few weeks ago, I was making an entry about the kind of life we have in our workplace…I saved it as a draft…I was having second thoughts about publishing it…not that I am hesitant in exposing the harsh realities of life there (it was not about the dangers of chemicals, heck…why would I want to write about that…well not now, I’d probably write about that after I pass my Toxicology class…hehe)…it’s just that I was not in the proper mood when I started clicking the keys that day and so I thought that I was just blabbering. So it remained as a draft.
A while ago I read a blog entry with this title: When The Smoke Comes Out of the Chimney and Touches the Clouds. Hah! Very nice and creative title…well I thought that it was a poem. But no…it contained the same thoughts present in my draft (recall: "the harsh realities of life there"). I am not the only one affected after all. You see…this reality is disturbing to some extent…even more deleterious than the the stuff we deal with in the labs.
Our workplace is slowly becoming the microcosm of the Philippine showbiz industry in some aspects…where *everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his own. I do not know how other people react, but I find it as a poignant situation. I can no longer distinguish genuine concern from simple meddling. I do not come clean. If lightning strikes at people guilty of meddling even once in their life, I’d probably be one-fourth sunog.
If I am coming across vaguely, this is what I am talking about: G-O-S-S-I-P. It may upgrade your social status or destroy you as it acts as a social weapon.
**The word "gossip" originates from god-sib, the godparent of one’s child or parent of one’s godchildren ("god-sibling", see also sabhā), referring to a relationship of close friendship. The Oxford English Dictionary traces the usage of godsib back as far as 1014.
It is quite ironic that ***in modern times, "gossip" is now often commonly understood to mean the spreading of rumor and misinformation, often through exicted conversation over scandals. Well, there is the thing we call evolution.
Anyway, life goes on in the workplace no matter what. I’d like to parallel the situation to a networking business…when the product is good, analogous to a "hot" issue, there is an exponential growth in your downlines…only in gossiping, we don’t earn anything, we don’t earn bucks…even the respect of other people.
* Coelho’s The Alchemist
** and *** Wikipedia
A while ago I read a blog entry with this title: When The Smoke Comes Out of the Chimney and Touches the Clouds. Hah! Very nice and creative title…well I thought that it was a poem. But no…it contained the same thoughts present in my draft (recall: "the harsh realities of life there"). I am not the only one affected after all. You see…this reality is disturbing to some extent…even more deleterious than the the stuff we deal with in the labs.
Our workplace is slowly becoming the microcosm of the Philippine showbiz industry in some aspects…where *everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his own. I do not know how other people react, but I find it as a poignant situation. I can no longer distinguish genuine concern from simple meddling. I do not come clean. If lightning strikes at people guilty of meddling even once in their life, I’d probably be one-fourth sunog.
If I am coming across vaguely, this is what I am talking about: G-O-S-S-I-P. It may upgrade your social status or destroy you as it acts as a social weapon.
**The word "gossip" originates from god-sib, the godparent of one’s child or parent of one’s godchildren ("god-sibling", see also sabhā), referring to a relationship of close friendship. The Oxford English Dictionary traces the usage of godsib back as far as 1014.
It is quite ironic that ***in modern times, "gossip" is now often commonly understood to mean the spreading of rumor and misinformation, often through exicted conversation over scandals. Well, there is the thing we call evolution.
Anyway, life goes on in the workplace no matter what. I’d like to parallel the situation to a networking business…when the product is good, analogous to a "hot" issue, there is an exponential growth in your downlines…only in gossiping, we don’t earn anything, we don’t earn bucks…even the respect of other people.
* Coelho’s The Alchemist
** and *** Wikipedia
Sunday, June 11, 2006
SEGWAY...PILIPINAS KONG MAHAL
Hah…I totally forgot about this blog entry…I made this months ago and failed to post it…
“January 22
Pacman’s victory
After 13 days
February 4
Ultra stampede
Afer 13 days
February 17
Southern Leyte
landslide
After 13 days
March 2
Bakla c
Ru*t*m….”
I received this text message last Saturday and I can’t help but laugh. I was not actually laughing at the expense of the gay person, it was just that rockstar and I were betting on the event that will astound our country on March 2. Lo and behold, it was neither an implication of the brouhaha over Prcolamation 1017 nor another natural disaster, but it was that person’s revelation in the Pinoy Big Brother House.
These days, living in the Philippines is like drowning in seawater. Your cells slowly get plasmolyzed, like your energy to do your activities is slowly being sucked out of you daily, until you shrink and die. The environment here is not at the optimum level to sustain life anymore. You’re dehydrated. You want a breath of fresh air. It is already difficult to survive, how much more to have a life.
That day, I went to SM and alarmingly for people no longer interested in news, there were security personnel around. I suddenly was confused whether to feel safe or not. Actually, I was irritated. I hated the idea that sooner or later, we would be like the housemates in the Big Brother House , with Kuya a.k.a. The Dictator controlling us.
With all the incidents that took place and that are all currently taking place, here goes again the idea of leaving the country. As for me, my plan is to study and work somewhere else, outside the country. But slowly I realize that it is quite hard to do it. Amidst the terrible events that rock us, I feel like I have to make a significant contribution here before I leave. Moreover, it’s hard to leave people you’ve been with and the comforts of being with them.
When I went home and when I was about to ride the pedicab, other drivers where seated at a near bench, waiting for other passengers. The driver of my pedicab was fixing the chain and so we cannot leave yet. Then a driver, carrying a child who was seated at the bench and was eating asked me, “Ma’am saan po kayo?” And then I replied, “Sa airport apartment po.” And then he said, “Kain tayo Ma’am. Ito ang pagkain ng mga mahihirap.” There were several points in his statements. First, is the poverty that continues to inhibit us. But despite this, Filipinos are good-natured. I am sure he was sincere in his invitation. Despite the lack of stuff for themselves, Filipinos still find them to share what they have left with others.
Seeing the guards at SM made me want to leave the country right away, due to the impending instability; but having heard the pedicab driver, neutralized once again my feeling of sudden evacuation.
For me, leaving has always been an option, but coming back home is a must.
“January 22
Pacman’s victory
After 13 days
February 4
Ultra stampede
Afer 13 days
February 17
Southern Leyte
landslide
After 13 days
March 2
Bakla c
Ru*t*m….”
I received this text message last Saturday and I can’t help but laugh. I was not actually laughing at the expense of the gay person, it was just that rockstar and I were betting on the event that will astound our country on March 2. Lo and behold, it was neither an implication of the brouhaha over Prcolamation 1017 nor another natural disaster, but it was that person’s revelation in the Pinoy Big Brother House.
These days, living in the Philippines is like drowning in seawater. Your cells slowly get plasmolyzed, like your energy to do your activities is slowly being sucked out of you daily, until you shrink and die. The environment here is not at the optimum level to sustain life anymore. You’re dehydrated. You want a breath of fresh air. It is already difficult to survive, how much more to have a life.
That day, I went to SM and alarmingly for people no longer interested in news, there were security personnel around. I suddenly was confused whether to feel safe or not. Actually, I was irritated. I hated the idea that sooner or later, we would be like the housemates in the Big Brother House , with Kuya a.k.a. The Dictator controlling us.
With all the incidents that took place and that are all currently taking place, here goes again the idea of leaving the country. As for me, my plan is to study and work somewhere else, outside the country. But slowly I realize that it is quite hard to do it. Amidst the terrible events that rock us, I feel like I have to make a significant contribution here before I leave. Moreover, it’s hard to leave people you’ve been with and the comforts of being with them.
When I went home and when I was about to ride the pedicab, other drivers where seated at a near bench, waiting for other passengers. The driver of my pedicab was fixing the chain and so we cannot leave yet. Then a driver, carrying a child who was seated at the bench and was eating asked me, “Ma’am saan po kayo?” And then I replied, “Sa airport apartment po.” And then he said, “Kain tayo Ma’am. Ito ang pagkain ng mga mahihirap.” There were several points in his statements. First, is the poverty that continues to inhibit us. But despite this, Filipinos are good-natured. I am sure he was sincere in his invitation. Despite the lack of stuff for themselves, Filipinos still find them to share what they have left with others.
Seeing the guards at SM made me want to leave the country right away, due to the impending instability; but having heard the pedicab driver, neutralized once again my feeling of sudden evacuation.
For me, leaving has always been an option, but coming back home is a must.
SUPERMAN
(Muling ipinarating sa iyo, sa pamamagitan ng eroplanong papel...eroplanong papel na natutunan kung gawin dahil sa turo mo. Ang mga katagang ito, ay kasama mong lilipad...saan ka man mapadpad...)
Minsan sa buhay natin ay may mga tao tayong nakakasalamuha na nagpapasaya sa atin at nagpapagaan ng ating buhay. Ang tagal ko nang gustong sumulat tungkol sa taong ito, isang taong may mga katangian na nabanggit ko kanina…itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Superman. Nais ko siyang ipakilala sa pamamagitan ng isang liham…liham para sa kanya, na hindi ko alam kung mababasa niya o hindi. Gayunpaman, akin na itong sisimulan…
Dear Superman,
Nais kong malaman mo na maraming bagay kang nagawa na nagpasaya sa akin, nagpaiyak sa akin, nagturo sa akin ng iba’t ibang kaalaman, nagpainis sa akin, nagmulat sa akin…kaya nga ikaw si Superman eh…kasi marami kang nagawa upang iligtas ako…sa kalungkutan, sa kapahamakan, sa kamang-mangan, sa katamaran, sa pagkabigo at sa lahat-lahat. Inuulit ko, ikaw nga kasi si Superman. Nais kong malaman mo, na ito ang ilan sa mga bagay na hindi ko malilimutan sa iyo…
1. Noong kinakarga mo kami ni Papirus (noong magaan pa kami) sa likod mo habang bumababa tayo ng hagdan.
2. Noong nagpupunta tayo ng Fiesta Carnival sa Cubao tuwing Sabado. Ang sinasakyan pa natin noon ay Love Bus…at lagi niyong inuulit sa akin, na kahit dati pang hindi pa ako lubos nakakalakad ay kanta ako ng kanta ng Bahay Kubo at The Greatest Love of All sa Love Bus.
3. Noong kinakamot mo ang aking talampakan dahil nakakatihan ako. Kahit siguro madumi ito noon ay kinamot mo pa rin… Maganda ang naidulot nito, dahil wala na akong kiliti ngayon sa talampkan.
4. Noong matindi mong ipinagbabawal ang ice scramble na gustung-gusto ko bilhin…pero wala ka pa ring nagawa. Nagwagi ako. Hanggang ngayon na gusto ko pa rin ng isaw at inihaw na hotdog sa may tulay, ay makakabili pa rin ako.
5. Noong binibili mo ako ng Yakult sa aleng naka-checkered na uniform at may tulak-tulak na kariton ng Yakult sa labas ng simbahan pagkatapos ng misa. Nasaan na kaya yun, gusto ko pa naman ang blue niyang sumbrero.
6. Noong nagb-bus tayo patungong Tanauan at bibili tayo ng itlog ng pugo at shing-aling. Hanggang ngayon ay nangyayari pa rin iyon, lalo na kapag matagal ang biyahe.
7. Noong tinuruan mo ako kung paano ang tamang pagsipilyo ng ngipin. Dapat ay pataas-baba at hindi paikot-ikot lang.
8. Ang pagbabawal mo sa paggamit ko nga toothpick dahil baka magkauka-uka ang ngipin ko pero maya-maya ikaw naman ang gagamit nito. Nagwagi ka dito Superman.
9. Noong tinanggal mo ang buhol ng sintas ng rubber shoes ko dahil hindi pa ako marunong magtali. Ginupit mo na lang ata yun dahil sobra ang pagkakabuhol ko.
10. Ang Andok’s Litson Manok na iyong bibilhin upang pagsaluhan sa hapunan kapag may honor ako sa school. Yun ang pinkamasaya pag honor student ka. Ang bango kaya nung litson manok.
11. Ang pagpilit ko sa iyo na painumin ako ng San Miguel Beer.
12. Ang tanging alam mong kuwentong pambata na hindi mo namamalayang nakuwento mo na sa amin ni Papirus ng paulit-ulit ay ang Alamat ng Pagong at ng Matsing.
13. Ang tanging babaeng artistang kilala mo dati ay si Gretchen Barreto. Crush mo ata yun dati.
14. Ang pagsundo at paghatid mo sa akin sa school (high school at college), na inakala ng lahat ay matatapos na pag graduate ko, pero hindi pala.
15. Para matutunan naming magsumikap sa buhay, ang laging kuwento mo "Dati nung kami ang nag-aaral ay naka-apak lamang kami at bayong ang bag."
16. Ang pagsusumikap mo na makatapos ng pag-aaral, sa edad na 29 dahil nagtatrabaho ka din. Janitor ka noon sa opisinang iyon, at ngayon ay Sales and Service Head ka na. Napakasipag mo Superman.
17. Ang pagluluto mo ay ang tanging paborito ko. Panalo ang mga sinangag mo Superman. Bahaw noong umaga, sa hapunan ay pang-piyesta na. Hainan man ako ng ibang pagkain, ang sinangag mo ang aking uunahin…hehe…siyempre kakain din ako nung iba.
18. Ang pagiging "punctual" mo sa lahat ng bagay ay hindi matatawaran. Iyan ang isa sa mga bagay na natutunan ko sa iyo.
19. Ang pagpayag mo sa mga hiling ko, kunwari pag aalis at magpapahatid kami…malakas ako sa iyo eh.
Hmm…medyo mahaba-haba na ito ah. Marami pang mga bagay ang nais kong sabihin sa iyo Superman. Ikaw ang nagsilbing inspirasyon sa amin. Sabihin man nila na wala kang diskarte…hmp…mamatay na sila. Mabubuhay ka ata kahit saan ka ilagay, dahil ikaw ay mapamaraan at marunong makisama sa iba. Maraming salamat…maraming maraming salamat.
Sa darating na Araw ng mga Ama, ipprint ko na lang siguro ito at iaabot kay Superman.
Minsan sa buhay natin ay may mga tao tayong nakakasalamuha na nagpapasaya sa atin at nagpapagaan ng ating buhay. Ang tagal ko nang gustong sumulat tungkol sa taong ito, isang taong may mga katangian na nabanggit ko kanina…itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Superman. Nais ko siyang ipakilala sa pamamagitan ng isang liham…liham para sa kanya, na hindi ko alam kung mababasa niya o hindi. Gayunpaman, akin na itong sisimulan…
Dear Superman,
Nais kong malaman mo na maraming bagay kang nagawa na nagpasaya sa akin, nagpaiyak sa akin, nagturo sa akin ng iba’t ibang kaalaman, nagpainis sa akin, nagmulat sa akin…kaya nga ikaw si Superman eh…kasi marami kang nagawa upang iligtas ako…sa kalungkutan, sa kapahamakan, sa kamang-mangan, sa katamaran, sa pagkabigo at sa lahat-lahat. Inuulit ko, ikaw nga kasi si Superman. Nais kong malaman mo, na ito ang ilan sa mga bagay na hindi ko malilimutan sa iyo…
1. Noong kinakarga mo kami ni Papirus (noong magaan pa kami) sa likod mo habang bumababa tayo ng hagdan.
2. Noong nagpupunta tayo ng Fiesta Carnival sa Cubao tuwing Sabado. Ang sinasakyan pa natin noon ay Love Bus…at lagi niyong inuulit sa akin, na kahit dati pang hindi pa ako lubos nakakalakad ay kanta ako ng kanta ng Bahay Kubo at The Greatest Love of All sa Love Bus.
3. Noong kinakamot mo ang aking talampakan dahil nakakatihan ako. Kahit siguro madumi ito noon ay kinamot mo pa rin… Maganda ang naidulot nito, dahil wala na akong kiliti ngayon sa talampkan.
4. Noong matindi mong ipinagbabawal ang ice scramble na gustung-gusto ko bilhin…pero wala ka pa ring nagawa. Nagwagi ako. Hanggang ngayon na gusto ko pa rin ng isaw at inihaw na hotdog sa may tulay, ay makakabili pa rin ako.
5. Noong binibili mo ako ng Yakult sa aleng naka-checkered na uniform at may tulak-tulak na kariton ng Yakult sa labas ng simbahan pagkatapos ng misa. Nasaan na kaya yun, gusto ko pa naman ang blue niyang sumbrero.
6. Noong nagb-bus tayo patungong Tanauan at bibili tayo ng itlog ng pugo at shing-aling. Hanggang ngayon ay nangyayari pa rin iyon, lalo na kapag matagal ang biyahe.
7. Noong tinuruan mo ako kung paano ang tamang pagsipilyo ng ngipin. Dapat ay pataas-baba at hindi paikot-ikot lang.
8. Ang pagbabawal mo sa paggamit ko nga toothpick dahil baka magkauka-uka ang ngipin ko pero maya-maya ikaw naman ang gagamit nito. Nagwagi ka dito Superman.
9. Noong tinanggal mo ang buhol ng sintas ng rubber shoes ko dahil hindi pa ako marunong magtali. Ginupit mo na lang ata yun dahil sobra ang pagkakabuhol ko.
10. Ang Andok’s Litson Manok na iyong bibilhin upang pagsaluhan sa hapunan kapag may honor ako sa school. Yun ang pinkamasaya pag honor student ka. Ang bango kaya nung litson manok.
11. Ang pagpilit ko sa iyo na painumin ako ng San Miguel Beer.
12. Ang tanging alam mong kuwentong pambata na hindi mo namamalayang nakuwento mo na sa amin ni Papirus ng paulit-ulit ay ang Alamat ng Pagong at ng Matsing.
13. Ang tanging babaeng artistang kilala mo dati ay si Gretchen Barreto. Crush mo ata yun dati.
14. Ang pagsundo at paghatid mo sa akin sa school (high school at college), na inakala ng lahat ay matatapos na pag graduate ko, pero hindi pala.
15. Para matutunan naming magsumikap sa buhay, ang laging kuwento mo "Dati nung kami ang nag-aaral ay naka-apak lamang kami at bayong ang bag."
16. Ang pagsusumikap mo na makatapos ng pag-aaral, sa edad na 29 dahil nagtatrabaho ka din. Janitor ka noon sa opisinang iyon, at ngayon ay Sales and Service Head ka na. Napakasipag mo Superman.
17. Ang pagluluto mo ay ang tanging paborito ko. Panalo ang mga sinangag mo Superman. Bahaw noong umaga, sa hapunan ay pang-piyesta na. Hainan man ako ng ibang pagkain, ang sinangag mo ang aking uunahin…hehe…siyempre kakain din ako nung iba.
18. Ang pagiging "punctual" mo sa lahat ng bagay ay hindi matatawaran. Iyan ang isa sa mga bagay na natutunan ko sa iyo.
19. Ang pagpayag mo sa mga hiling ko, kunwari pag aalis at magpapahatid kami…malakas ako sa iyo eh.
Hmm…medyo mahaba-haba na ito ah. Marami pang mga bagay ang nais kong sabihin sa iyo Superman. Ikaw ang nagsilbing inspirasyon sa amin. Sabihin man nila na wala kang diskarte…hmp…mamatay na sila. Mabubuhay ka ata kahit saan ka ilagay, dahil ikaw ay mapamaraan at marunong makisama sa iba. Maraming salamat…maraming maraming salamat.
Sa darating na Araw ng mga Ama, ipprint ko na lang siguro ito at iaabot kay Superman.
Saturday, June 3, 2006
KATKAT RETURNS
December 11, 2005– that was my last post.
I reviewed all my entries and I can’t help but laugh at some of my ideas. Before I begin with another thought that made me high (you see, inspiring thoughts come once in a while…during the past few months, I wasn’t able to grab them and write them here…though they remained in me…and so I’m back to share some thoughts once again)…ok, ok…back to what I was saying, I would like to make a revelation…the person I was referring to in my post na…hehe…yey..babalikan nila…SUNDAY MORNING is none other than rockstar…get the drift? I said that being friends with that person provided such contentment…and that is very true…sharing another form of relationship with that person is what I consider a blessing. I posted that July 10, 2005…5 days before his birthday.
Anyway, here’s the thought: There are two greatest days in your life…the day you were born, and the day you knew why. That was another forwarded message. True enough…realizing the reason for your existence is far more rewarding than winning a million dollars…well for some I guess…hehe. I don’t know…people may be existing for various reasons, for various purposes…As the cliche goes, everything happens for a reason, and so I say, everyone exists for a reason…ok let me change that…everyone exists for several reasons. I don’t think there is a single purpose for each one of us…we are multi-functional individuals. There may be one significant reason for our existence, but our lives are made up of intertwined aspects, that we get to be functional even in the smallest activity.
For parents…one of the reasons they exist is for them to provide the needs of their children.
For laborers…one of the reasons they exist is for them to provide the needs of the people.
For researchers…one of the reasons they exist is for them to provide information and studies that could improve the lives of many.
Each one of us is a provider.
Ayun…la lang. I was reading a blog entry last night and I was touched by that person’s realizations. One of her realizations was to ask forgiveness from the person she hurt the most. That was one of the things she has to do to move on with her life. And so she says that she feels refreshed and ready to start anew…well good for her. And so it applies to us also. Hurting other people is probably out of the reasons why we are existing, but it happens. The core is that we are existing because we have to take effect in the lives of other people, but the rewarding form of existence is when we affect each others’ lives in a good manner…and that is as rewarding as seeking forgiveness from the person you have hurt. You both are renewed. You both experience another life.
Well, Christ died so that we may all live…and so as living entities…we live, so that others may live also…and that is for me, the foundation of my existence.
Haha..labo-labong thoughts…halo-halo…la lang…huling hirit before the summer ends…hay, hindi pa ako nakapag-swimming…this is the first summer time na hindi ako nakapag-swimming, as far as I can remember…pero okay lang I can manage…mabubuhay pa rin naman siguro ako…now that I have realized the reason for my existence…hwah! :p
I reviewed all my entries and I can’t help but laugh at some of my ideas. Before I begin with another thought that made me high (you see, inspiring thoughts come once in a while…during the past few months, I wasn’t able to grab them and write them here…though they remained in me…and so I’m back to share some thoughts once again)…ok, ok…back to what I was saying, I would like to make a revelation…the person I was referring to in my post na…hehe…yey..babalikan nila…SUNDAY MORNING is none other than rockstar…get the drift? I said that being friends with that person provided such contentment…and that is very true…sharing another form of relationship with that person is what I consider a blessing. I posted that July 10, 2005…5 days before his birthday.
Anyway, here’s the thought: There are two greatest days in your life…the day you were born, and the day you knew why. That was another forwarded message. True enough…realizing the reason for your existence is far more rewarding than winning a million dollars…well for some I guess…hehe. I don’t know…people may be existing for various reasons, for various purposes…As the cliche goes, everything happens for a reason, and so I say, everyone exists for a reason…ok let me change that…everyone exists for several reasons. I don’t think there is a single purpose for each one of us…we are multi-functional individuals. There may be one significant reason for our existence, but our lives are made up of intertwined aspects, that we get to be functional even in the smallest activity.
For parents…one of the reasons they exist is for them to provide the needs of their children.
For laborers…one of the reasons they exist is for them to provide the needs of the people.
For researchers…one of the reasons they exist is for them to provide information and studies that could improve the lives of many.
Each one of us is a provider.
Ayun…la lang. I was reading a blog entry last night and I was touched by that person’s realizations. One of her realizations was to ask forgiveness from the person she hurt the most. That was one of the things she has to do to move on with her life. And so she says that she feels refreshed and ready to start anew…well good for her. And so it applies to us also. Hurting other people is probably out of the reasons why we are existing, but it happens. The core is that we are existing because we have to take effect in the lives of other people, but the rewarding form of existence is when we affect each others’ lives in a good manner…and that is as rewarding as seeking forgiveness from the person you have hurt. You both are renewed. You both experience another life.
Well, Christ died so that we may all live…and so as living entities…we live, so that others may live also…and that is for me, the foundation of my existence.
Haha..labo-labong thoughts…halo-halo…la lang…huling hirit before the summer ends…hay, hindi pa ako nakapag-swimming…this is the first summer time na hindi ako nakapag-swimming, as far as I can remember…pero okay lang I can manage…mabubuhay pa rin naman siguro ako…now that I have realized the reason for my existence…hwah! :p
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