Like This And Like That
"Don't you find it amusing that we never run out of things to complain about?"
That was what I said to my good colleague, Regina when the sun was staring her down through the not-so-opaque window blinds in the office. She said that after it rained for five straight days during afternoons.
And to reiterate a point, I really DO find it amusing. I guess that's just our unavoidable impulse as blessed individuals. We really cannot lay off the ranting and whining--because that's just what we are: whiners. And I'm not about to play hypocrite here and say that I never do complain. It's just sometimes, I tend to notice that the people I'm surrounded with are not satisfied with eating three to four meals a day, having a house to come home to and having the luxury of taking a bath twice a day.
We will always find something to complain about.
And I think it should stop, lest all of our blessings be taken away like what happened to Job. I don't think we give God enough credit sometimes...some of us. Actually, if I were to point any fingers I'd end up facing a mirror because I, too, am guilty of being such a spoiled brat.
And it's so hard to just stop the habit. Hopefully I kick it before I get a wake up call.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Without A Clue
Without A Clue
As of this moment, even as you are reading this, someone is hopelessly and terribly lost. You might not even have to look around. Go ahead, look in the mirror. You might not even know where you are in your life right now.
It's a harsh reality that everywhere you look, everywhere you turn, you will find people who are utterly lost in a sea of confusion. But that's not even half of the story. The saddest part is, they don't even know it.
It is something akin to the reality of The Matrix. You do not even have the slightest idea that you're living a life of absurdity. I cannot blame these people for what they continue to do to themselves. Sometimes, they drown their problems in alcohol or maybe seek asylum in places where nothing can be heard except noises that seem to be louder than their problems. Now I understand. Sometimes the only way to forget is to have something more tangible than your worries; something which you can taste and touch; something that is temporary.
I don't understand why some people continue this type of lifestyle and continue with a diatribe that's directed to nobody in particular--just to the world in general. More of a "Me against the world" kind of thing. And they try so much to rush into things without giving them a second thought and after being run over a thousand and one misdeeds, they ask what they ever did to deserve what happened to them.
Yes, there is such a thing such as Divine Providence. But we always had free will to begin with. We simply can't go through our lives blaming anybody and everybody for what's happened to us. The second we claim responsibility for our lives and the choices we make, that's when the blinds are lifted off, that's when the haze begins to thin. And that is when we begin to see things more clearly. For there are none so blind as they who will not see.
As of this moment, even as you are reading this, someone is hopelessly and terribly lost. You might not even have to look around. Go ahead, look in the mirror. You might not even know where you are in your life right now.
It's a harsh reality that everywhere you look, everywhere you turn, you will find people who are utterly lost in a sea of confusion. But that's not even half of the story. The saddest part is, they don't even know it.
It is something akin to the reality of The Matrix. You do not even have the slightest idea that you're living a life of absurdity. I cannot blame these people for what they continue to do to themselves. Sometimes, they drown their problems in alcohol or maybe seek asylum in places where nothing can be heard except noises that seem to be louder than their problems. Now I understand. Sometimes the only way to forget is to have something more tangible than your worries; something which you can taste and touch; something that is temporary.
I don't understand why some people continue this type of lifestyle and continue with a diatribe that's directed to nobody in particular--just to the world in general. More of a "Me against the world" kind of thing. And they try so much to rush into things without giving them a second thought and after being run over a thousand and one misdeeds, they ask what they ever did to deserve what happened to them.
Yes, there is such a thing such as Divine Providence. But we always had free will to begin with. We simply can't go through our lives blaming anybody and everybody for what's happened to us. The second we claim responsibility for our lives and the choices we make, that's when the blinds are lifted off, that's when the haze begins to thin. And that is when we begin to see things more clearly. For there are none so blind as they who will not see.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Unlike Old Times
Unlike Old Times
I once came across a quote that went something like:
"The loneliest feeling in the world is missing someone while he or she is right beside you."
I never understood that until yesterday.
I met up with one of the most special people in my life yesterday. And now I understand what the quote wanted to say. It means that people change. Each and every person in this world will have to either grow a little bit taller, talk a little deeper or maybe become more attractive. Given some time, we all change. It was yesterday that I wished that all changes remained physical.
Talking to her made me realize that she grew emotionally and mentally. Maybe that was the reason why I felt so disconnected from her. I barely knew the person she had become. She had different wants and had certainly matured in her thinking. And I felt like an old rock having a conversation with a gust of wind. I got left behind.
I missed the old times when smiles would pervade our talks, when inside jokes were a common interjection between sentences, when long pauses of silence didn't mean a hurt ego. I was talking to the same individual, but different person.
The first time you learn the meaning of something, you never ever forget the moment. And you remember forever.
I once came across a quote that went something like:
"The loneliest feeling in the world is missing someone while he or she is right beside you."
I never understood that until yesterday.
I met up with one of the most special people in my life yesterday. And now I understand what the quote wanted to say. It means that people change. Each and every person in this world will have to either grow a little bit taller, talk a little deeper or maybe become more attractive. Given some time, we all change. It was yesterday that I wished that all changes remained physical.
Talking to her made me realize that she grew emotionally and mentally. Maybe that was the reason why I felt so disconnected from her. I barely knew the person she had become. She had different wants and had certainly matured in her thinking. And I felt like an old rock having a conversation with a gust of wind. I got left behind.
I missed the old times when smiles would pervade our talks, when inside jokes were a common interjection between sentences, when long pauses of silence didn't mean a hurt ego. I was talking to the same individual, but different person.
The first time you learn the meaning of something, you never ever forget the moment. And you remember forever.
