Rumblings of a Bitter Soul

Everything about this day is wrong. I thought I woke on the wrong side of bed and I meant it. Have you ever felt the rising of your blood temperature seeing someone that caused so much pain? Well, that exactly what happened this morning.

I now realize how social networks bridge our long lost relationships, good or bad even. We share our emotions, our thoughts through shout outs. We’re unmindful of others. In fact, we don’t even dare to think if they’re interested to know our own thoughts. We just want the whole world know how we feel at the moment.

We even post our coolest and not really good photos. We want to bring memories back to those who may have forgotten us hoping that in the long run, they’ll realize that we’re still there. Alive. Kicking. Waiting to be tagged or noticed.

Now here’s the catch.

Without us knowing it, we just love to compare ourselves from our rivals. We feel the bitterness, yes, but we’d love to scapegoat at times don’t we? And out of our own bitterness, we forgot to suppress our own emotions, write our nuisance thoughts on the shout out area.

Then there are catfights. And I thought this is pathetic.

--- “We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.”-DPS from Robin Williams.

Wordless Saturday

Woke up with such image in mind. Good morning Saturday.


a picture that's worth the look

photo from http://rachealsspace.com

--- “We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.”-DPS from Robin Williams.

The Watcher's Rumblings

Double face from quirao dot com

Running a public office, how hard could it be? For a change, someone powerful just left her post and a new power emerged from another influential political family in the Philippines. It’s a political requirement to accommodate this change of post, a turn of event for every Filipinos and for those who are hopeful enough to look beyond the June 30, 2010 day.

It’s the day when the whole world has witnessed the presidential transition: Macapagal-Arroyo to the newly elected President Noynoy Aquino. Many are hopeful of this transition, something that every Filipinos look forward to most of the time. I guess it’s very usual, to hope for something grand whenever a similar transition occur.

Reporters here and there are busy capturing every moves, every detail related to the first bachelor president of the country. Quite an amusing scenario really to take note of every sordid and very unlikely details of this incoming Philippine ruler: hair, fashion, communication behavior and pattern, plans and programs, his sisters, the overshadowed influential parents Ninoy Aquino Sr and Cory Aquino, the girlfriend and her “thoughts” on many things…the list goes on.

It’s an outcry really to note that people are so in to this whole event. I was enjoying my afternoon coffee when murmurings, laughter and reactions were evident all over the office. Various thoughts, differing opinions…the voices of the hearts and minds are just so loud that I couldn’t help but to check my watch. It’s 30 minutes past the breaktime and there I was, silently peeking through the glass doors of my office and barely could finish my coffee because all I see is an entertainment industry leveled up to the walls of the palace. Just an observation. Who knows, this will change soon, yet again, please.


--- “We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.”-DPS from Robin Williams.

Living to Cause

How often to you get to meet people with strong idealism? Remember the old school when we used to study the works and thoughts of dead poets, authors and philosophers? During our school days, we nurtured our own idiosyncrasy, our own mediocre according to how we welcome these teachings into our lives.

The fresh grads bring with them the idealism they’ve developed in the universities. I once was like them-- so full of ideas, so full of energy to initiate the change I perceived to be the right thing to do. The university I graduated from is one of the schools where brilliant minds meet, at times, coerce with each other for some unknown reason. Such an ideal university I can say because it’s a place where critical thinking is developed.

Where am I leading this discussion? Well, one basic reason why sometimes you have to rekindle old flames, old memories is for you to move on to the next level isn’t it? I can’t call it a bad habit but for someone who’s working in the corporate world for full 12 years, going back to my younger life is something worth every neurons and seconds of my time. In fact, with such practice is a realization that I suddenly lost my passion to work and live for a greater cause.

In schools, we’re taught how to ask questions, to write and how to gain the skills we need for us to prosper in our lives. In schools, we’re taught how to discipline ourselves and behave properly on top of what we already know and practice at home. In schools, we’re taught how to develop our passion to cause change not just for ourselves but for others.

Yet in all these years of training and spending sleepless nights trying to understand the philosophies and the lessons, I barely could remember being taught how to survive in the rat race world. I barely could recall how the working class could eventually pass through the dog-eat-dog practice in the industry.

Now tell me what would happen to you if you forget all your passions to cause stir change, for yourself, for others? Tell me what could have been worse than forgetting your reasons for a life you have these days? In reality, there are quite a few people I know of, who, for their love of life, didn’t falter in living through their cause of existence.

What’s interesting is that these people are just in our midst, waiting to be heard, waiting to be rediscovered. I actually realized that I’ve been too insensitive, that I was too preoccupied working on my own new mediocre. I was so wrong about this yet it’s not even too late to derail my own to straighten my path.

Yes, I learned the basic teachings in the school of thought, in the old schools where dead poets and philosophers communicate through the power of facilitators, teachers and instructors. Yet, at the end of the day, we have the final say on what can help identify our causes, if we’ll just succumb to the rat race culture or create a powerful difference in our lives, in others’ lives. It’s ours to choose.

image courtesy of jlshyang.blogspot.com/

--- “We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.”-DPS from Robin Williams.

The Left Perspective

I can learn through words, by merely hearing them. In fact, I am a better student when I hear sound. I’m a believer of words and I love to talk to people who are sensible and are great in their own ways.

There are people who, like me, learn a lot through auditory. In the same manner, people who are left-brain dominant fairly understand how our minds processes understanding through numbers, how we structure our thoughts and how we control our feelings and take control of our own lives. I am one of you.

Graduating as a journalist didn’t give me the opportunity to promote my own letters. Of course, I was into freelancing but merely a shadow of others’ names. I used to succumb to my own humility that I’d rather keep my identity hidden from the world of writers. Yes, I learned the lives of dead writers and authors who left their words intact in the academe. And how about me who’s still living and is capable of promoting ideas these days?

Partly, I was a bit embarrassed to not see my name in the lists of successful Journalists or at least contribute to greater journalism work. What’s worse is to not pen the stories of great people I talk to everyday, or come across every now and then. I didn’t even dared to go break the walls of the rat race culture when I allowed bureaucratic thinking bury my sensibilities on governance, on politics regardless of its forms and status.

Sure, many people barely distinguish the negative effect of some processes, orders and leadership. And to rationalize with their own selfishness, some of the authorized individuals fail to completely repair the cause of the issue. Instead, they allow the boat sink and stink in the sea when they use the so-called good governance to manipulate the greater majority.

So here I am rekindling the amber of my profession, a practice I decided to forget and sugar-coat for a decade. Yet, after all these years, I finally realized that being simple is tiring. In fact, I’ve gone tired of this rat race culture, to be just a shadow for others success while I sleep on to my mattress of comfort. It’s a difficult decision to go out of my own nutshell and comfort zone but I know in my heart that I cannot live a day or two just being simple in my own ways. I know I can do better than this and that I am here to change lives and be a perspective for others. It’s just a matter of time or I’ll forever pull my battery off. I chose the latter.

---“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.”-DPS from Robin Williams.