easy on a friday evening.

Oh well. We’ve heard it all before. Enough with the dramas, with the constant conversations of who’s to blame, with being self-righteous (though others would like to think they are one, even if they’re not), with being judgmental, with being so uptight. We all should learn how to move forwards, not the other way around.

People need to grow; the need to mature is a vital aspect, to which we all should take note of. And the only way to do that is to liberate oneself from everything that is monotonous. We have to find ourselves in the midst of equivocal incidences, and meld our characters from the mistakes we’ve committed.

Learning is a never-ending process, and in pursuit of a higher-self, we must involve ourselves in everything, worth knowing. It is essential to become human, by that I mean, being someone who accepts his or her imperfections and be humble enough to acknowledge them.

To grow, one must free oneself from those unearthly decision-makings they stumble upon, without even a sound judgment to begin with. And we should remember, that some things ought to be private; so don’t go around starting your own fire, because it might burn you in the end.

Love yourself, and you’ll find it easier to do the same to other people. Respect yourself, and you’ll gain others’. Count the ways to which you become a better person. Learn to find happiness in the simplest of things, this way you keep your feet grounded.



Live for the right reasons. Don’t let yourself sink with regret because of not trying or giving something a chance to transpire. Take more risks but stand up to it and mean it.
Don’t think too much of what others might think. They don’t care, they won’t care. Give yourself the privilege to choose what you want to do. You owe that to yourself.


Listen to your brain, speak with your heart. That I think is the big difference, of people who have found their way and those who are still uncertain of which road to take.



And just a thought: when it comes to relationships, it is better to just shut up and be humble enough to say you are at fault -- than let your egos clash; and then end up with broken hearts. Be with someone who is willing to have your back, no matter what. Be with that someone who is worth fighting for.

crossed the bar. :)

Life is great. And anyone who has found the beauty of it will agree with me. It may not be as perfect, not as extraordinary as others expect it to be but to those who discover those moments that fill our own personal space and make each second count, the feeling is just, priceless.

Some say, it is unfair. That it goes around in circles and in cycles. Others become stuck; hence, they become dormant, to the point that they don’t do anything about it. However, some are brave enough to channel their negative experiences into a positive one, and reunite with the grace, that is life. To those who are too egoistic to not even give a chance to find themselves in the most unusual incidents that happen to them, may have a hard time appreciating it.

Sadly, it is an unfortunate dilemma that many people can attest to. And it got me thinking, that maybe, people are fearful of failing and disappointing themselves because they are afraid that they might not have their happy ending at all. So, they suck up to self-pity and doubt. They are blinded by this morosely-fated destiny they think they are cursed with. But they have a choice. We always do. There are the infinite possibilities that could transpire, and if we choose to let it pass, we really won’t find our own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We have to work on it. And we must sweat for it (even when it gets stinky already).
Choose your battles well, I have encountered this saying a lot, and for me, it makes a whole lot of sense. Simple words, yet it resounds greatly. Learn to fight, but also, know when to raise the white flag and call it a truce. Remember, that you don’t win because you want to prove something, but you do it because you understand the gravity to which you stick up to your grounds; and you accept defeat, because you know there is nothing else to lose but your pride.

Through the years, I’ve been very adamant about unearthing the purpose to which I live for. I’ve always been fascinated by this idea of doing something for the greater glory, and dedicating your life in pursuit of it. But then, I’ve come to realize that what if, there’s really no purpose? That we should just live life as it is, do the things that would make us happy and contented; spend each day with the people you love, allot time to the things you care about, unravel the mystery that is of tomorrow, and learn to love it. So, make the most out of that privilege and embrace it.

Life is great.

And for those who still don’t get it…



Goodluck. 

teapot. :)

it is YOU.

i know it.


:)


the ONE,

whom, i am

going to love,

for the rest

of my life...


i couldn't see myself
loving any other guy,
there is no one but you. and you. and you.


for a lifetime.


you and I.




i love you.

:)

I always find it hard to converse with people. In as much as I wanted to say so many things and expound on the subject matter at the same time, something hinders me from doing just that. I think it stemmed from me, being mum most of the time and in return, it became a habit of mine to keep silent and not air out my ideas even if needed.

I know it’s kind of lame for an excuse. But, that is the truth and so, yeah.

Maybe that’s why I was fascinated more with the kind of communication I am able to do, through writing. I feel free, I feel comfortable with the set-up it gives me. There’s no pressure of any sort to spit words right away. I have enough time to gab away and properly dispose of the unconventional ideas I ought to have. And, it’s actually a delight for me, having to write just about anything.


Well, for a while now, I am having this surge of emotions wherein it stopped me from coming up with things to jot down about. I relied heavily on the mantra of the mañana habit. Procrastination does not do any good. It’s bad. It’s manipulative. And it’s infectious. Really. I think if I had more of the willpower to write and write and write, I would’ve done dozens of articles by now. Jeez. It’s my fault anyway. Oh well…


Right now, I would just like to dwell on the possibility that I might be able to arrive with new write-ups. And feel that rush again.



I will write. Once more. I promise.

.

How do you save your soul, once you find it tormented and torn apart?

Where do you place the line, the one that would separate you from the others?


I am losing it.

I am buckling, choking and drowning in tears.




Maybe, I should find myself first.

Maybe, I should have let myself get defeated by my own fate.

Maybe, I just don’t know how.
Or


Maybe, all I need is, you.

break of dawn.

Been away from the sounds and sights,
Too long, that I was worn out
By the non-sense arguments,
That didn’t play their part so well.

As I undress myself,
I found that I was
Being pushed to the limits.
Hard enough, to keep me astray
From the madness I was about to create.

I was stunned by the sting it caused,
Thwarted, yet still undaunted,
I let the uncertainty wash over me.
There’s not much hope left;
But I’ll take it.


This heartbeat, it slows, it listens.
Wanting liberation;
Fighting abomination.
In silence, it pleads,
In nothingness, it stays still.

I feel the longing
To break the words,
That tarnishes my beliefs.
In pursuit of liberty,
And justice.

As I unlock myself,
From the false and rigid ideas,
Which imprisoned me
From the truth,
I didn’t know about,
‘Till now.


Suited for controversy,
Armed for battle,
I gamble a foot forward;
For tonight,

I am free,
once more.