Sunday, January 18, 2009
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In the words of a Persian Sage: Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.
It is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don't expect to get anything back, don't expect recognition for your efforts, don't expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.
Although I know I may have temporarily lost the ability to love, to judge and to feel confident, I must try to enjoy all the graces that God has given me today. Grace cannot be hoarded. There are no banks where it can be deposited to be used when I feel more at peace with myself though grace is overflowing in abundance. If I do not make full use of the blessings I have today, I'll lose them forever.
God knows that we are all artists of life. One day, he gives us a hammer to make sculptures, another day he gives us brushes and paints with which to make a picture, or a paper and pencil to write with. But you cannot make a painting with a hammer, or a sculpture with a paintbrush. What I'm trying to say; God knows exactly what we need and He is ALWAYS in out situation. So I'll henceforth use that power I have in me to stand tall and victorious in everything faced, good or bad.
It is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don't expect to get anything back, don't expect recognition for your efforts, don't expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.
Although I know I may have temporarily lost the ability to love, to judge and to feel confident, I must try to enjoy all the graces that God has given me today. Grace cannot be hoarded. There are no banks where it can be deposited to be used when I feel more at peace with myself though grace is overflowing in abundance. If I do not make full use of the blessings I have today, I'll lose them forever.
God knows that we are all artists of life. One day, he gives us a hammer to make sculptures, another day he gives us brushes and paints with which to make a picture, or a paper and pencil to write with. But you cannot make a painting with a hammer, or a sculpture with a paintbrush. What I'm trying to say; God knows exactly what we need and He is ALWAYS in out situation. So I'll henceforth use that power I have in me to stand tall and victorious in everything faced, good or bad.
Are You Ga(me)?, 4:45 PM.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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Money, something which everything revolves around, has proved to be indeed scary. It reveals, too much, the side of someone you don't normally see, or you think you see but you cease to believe till it happens right in front of your eyes. I'm booking in again tonight, things don't seem anywhere on the brighter tone. It just gets worse every week. This week's motion was about the future education and how insecure an old woman was, being so afraid that all her money will be squandered away leaving her with none to wipe her derriere with. Things don't go as planned, back turned against each other, devils trying to be saints cooking up stories yet trying to act as though he treasure his every friends. Yeah man, what a saint. Tony's award for you as best actor. (Read: Actress, you gay bitch)
Vivienne has officially ruptured; part of the leather tore. I need a new wallet, anyone? Oh, and Gucci says bye. He found a new owner who could take better care of him. That's the world ain't it? Footsteps everywhere cos people come and go.
Having a sense of control is so important, yet coincidentally that's what I lack so much. I'm so condemned.
One day, just one day, I'll leave my footprints in the sand, such that prints made are not of depth, and can be easily erased. Alas! Then people will understand that all beauty n joy is ephemeral.
Are You Ga(me)?, 6:26 PM.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
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It's a beach-y day! Haha.. Cafe Del Moar was really great.Things are taking a 180 at home. The unexpected happened and I'm really disturbed by that fact. Some things never change though, being just as loud-mouthed and as unappreciative as long as they live. It's prolly stress, I guess. I need a breather and I don't wna talk anymore.
Are You Ga(me)?, 6:34 PM.
