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Monday, May 31, 2004
How many contacts do you have in your cellphone’s address book? Out of all of the numbers you have, how many can you call when you’re in distress? Let’s say you need help. Not just some favour. I mean, a real, deep, need for help. The type that is really inconvenient. Like in a life or death situation. The type that tests your friendship.
How many can you really count on?
If you can find but one, thank God that you have such a person in your life. You matter in someone’s life.
And if you are that someone who can be counted on in another person’s address book, be thankful too. Someone knows that he or she matters to you.
Do not… no, NEVER underestimate or relegate the value of human connections. One day, someone might need you. Or you may need someone. How woeful it is for the person who cannot find someone to count on in times of desperate need. It may be better for the person to ignorantly suffer in silence, than to discover that he has no choice but to suffer alone in silence.
There is a difference between friends and acquaintances:
An acquaintance is someone you happen to meet along the course of life.
Its relationship is based on a deal.
A friend is someone you have in the course of life.
Its relationship is based on a seal.
Make sure you know whom they are. It may be one of the most important discoveries in your life.
How many can you really count on?
If you can find but one, thank God that you have such a person in your life. You matter in someone’s life.
And if you are that someone who can be counted on in another person’s address book, be thankful too. Someone knows that he or she matters to you.
Do not… no, NEVER underestimate or relegate the value of human connections. One day, someone might need you. Or you may need someone. How woeful it is for the person who cannot find someone to count on in times of desperate need. It may be better for the person to ignorantly suffer in silence, than to discover that he has no choice but to suffer alone in silence.
There is a difference between friends and acquaintances:
An acquaintance is someone you happen to meet along the course of life.
Its relationship is based on a deal.
A friend is someone you have in the course of life.
Its relationship is based on a seal.
Make sure you know whom they are. It may be one of the most important discoveries in your life.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
If I could spend a day just as I wanted, I’d wish to do three things:
1. Learn to cycle in the morning
2. Go bungee jumping / skydiving in the afternoon
3. Spend the evening in the open sea in a little sailboat, and sleep on the deck under the stars until the next morning.
You’ll never know which day will be your last.
1. Learn to cycle in the morning
2. Go bungee jumping / skydiving in the afternoon
3. Spend the evening in the open sea in a little sailboat, and sleep on the deck under the stars until the next morning.
You’ll never know which day will be your last.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Dear Pain
What are you, really? Are you that flowing, acidic juice? A type of feeling or emotion? Or are you just an interpreted impulse in the mind?
At some occasions, you stay for quite a long time. Sometimes invited, sometimes uninvited. Sometimes I feel silly for letting you in. But the weird thing is, once you’re gone, I feel like something is not quite right, like I’m doing a disservice to myself.
But at this time, you are like my friend. I wish I had a coach or a training partner. But you are all I have. You are my only guide that I am going the right direction. I can be sure that you will leave an impact with me. You assure me that I’ll inevitably be changed for the better once you’re gone. You give me hope. You make me look forward to a brand new day, when greater strength will spring forth.
You motivate me. You inspire me. You are my driving force. Without you, I’d learn nothing. And I’d gain nothing.
In the meantime, I’ll be companions with you. I’ll await the day when you’re finally done with me. And P replaces itself with a G.
Till then, we got lots to go through together.
What are you, really? Are you that flowing, acidic juice? A type of feeling or emotion? Or are you just an interpreted impulse in the mind?
At some occasions, you stay for quite a long time. Sometimes invited, sometimes uninvited. Sometimes I feel silly for letting you in. But the weird thing is, once you’re gone, I feel like something is not quite right, like I’m doing a disservice to myself.
But at this time, you are like my friend. I wish I had a coach or a training partner. But you are all I have. You are my only guide that I am going the right direction. I can be sure that you will leave an impact with me. You assure me that I’ll inevitably be changed for the better once you’re gone. You give me hope. You make me look forward to a brand new day, when greater strength will spring forth.
You motivate me. You inspire me. You are my driving force. Without you, I’d learn nothing. And I’d gain nothing.
In the meantime, I’ll be companions with you. I’ll await the day when you’re finally done with me. And P replaces itself with a G.
Till then, we got lots to go through together.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
What if I had the analytical prowess to see through every flaw and hoax. What if I have the foresight to chart the wisest routes and avoid every pothole. What if I have the strength to fight every battle and win every war. What if I can find the solution to bring change for the better. What if I get to run a country. What if I had the power to impact the world.
What if I had three wishes. What if I have enough money to splash around in. What if I can pursue my plans just for kicks. What if I live life on the edge. What if I live my life like it is my own and no one else’s. What if every whim and fancy is not a compromise. What if every indulgence is not a sin.
What if my sight fails me in my old age. What if my cracking joints ache with arthritis. What if I lose a limb. What if I lose purpose in life. What if I lose my life without a purpose.
What if I wasn’t born in my country. What if I was brought up in a different family. What if I had different roots. What if I had a different culture, different beliefs, and spoke different languages.
What if I thought I’ve got it all figured out, but it is not what I thought it to be. What if my ideals are only Utopian. What if my direction is nothing more than just a dream.
What if I get to experience what I don’t dare to dream about. What if I get to explore uncharted and forbidden territory. What if I like it?
What if a demure, articulate lass catches my attention. What if I pursue an interest for a leather-clad biker chick. What if go for broke over a rock star.
Hmmm… what if I might just never know.
What if I had three wishes. What if I have enough money to splash around in. What if I can pursue my plans just for kicks. What if I live life on the edge. What if I live my life like it is my own and no one else’s. What if every whim and fancy is not a compromise. What if every indulgence is not a sin.
What if my sight fails me in my old age. What if my cracking joints ache with arthritis. What if I lose a limb. What if I lose purpose in life. What if I lose my life without a purpose.
What if I wasn’t born in my country. What if I was brought up in a different family. What if I had different roots. What if I had a different culture, different beliefs, and spoke different languages.
What if I thought I’ve got it all figured out, but it is not what I thought it to be. What if my ideals are only Utopian. What if my direction is nothing more than just a dream.
What if I get to experience what I don’t dare to dream about. What if I get to explore uncharted and forbidden territory. What if I like it?
What if a demure, articulate lass catches my attention. What if I pursue an interest for a leather-clad biker chick. What if go for broke over a rock star.
Hmmm… what if I might just never know.
