Even the dreams that have yet to happen can make
us happy simply by dreaming them. For as far as
we know, their joy have already arrived in our
hearts. For if we can dampen our days by
worrying about the things that may or may not
happen, how can we not brighten our days also
with beautiful things that are yet to come?
Come to think of it, how a flower blooms ever so freely.
It did not plan it, yet it can’t help but bloom!
And soon the world is enthralled
by its fragrance and beauty!
How I wish I could bloom like that.
Bloom naturally,
as God has planned me to.
Without me stressing over it,
without me worrying
if my life
would ever really amount to anything.
As I meditate upon the mystery of a flower,
let this be my guide,
that the work is already complete
even before I have ever begun.
The work was already there,
contained in that little seed.
It only has to be ALLOWED
to grow,
to receive sunshine and rain,
and to BLOOM
to its fullest potential.
They say that love is difficult. They say that it will consume you, all of you, and that you will never be the same again.
You will be exposed to heartaches. You will experience pain, pain unlike the ones you’ve experienced before.
They say that once you love, there can be no turning back. Once your eyes are opened, you can never close them again. You’d have departed your childish innocence, that fairy tale world where nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever comes unexpected.
Love is difficult. Why desire it?
When you fall in love, you run the risk of having something, and of losing something. You run the risk of never viewing your nights the same way again.
If you lose the love you have sought, you will lose your quiet evenings, and they will be replaced with sleepless nights. You will always search for what you have lost. You will search for warm arms to embrace you, for sweet lips to kiss you, for gentle words to caress your neck. And who can bear missing such wonderful things?
Is it better therefore to remain as a child who knows nothing? Is it better to be innocent than to broken?
None can judge which is far better than the heart that needs to answer such things for herself.
They say that love is difficult. But it is not easiness that I seek. Life is a struggle in itself. Look where there is no struggle, and all you can see is a world bereft of life and of consciousness.
You can never truly lose anything unless you have possessed something first. You can never grieve of loss less you have possessed something great, something that gave value to your life.
Difficult as it is, love is wonderful, and it is worth all the troubles other people may try to warn you about. Living a full life, risking to lose something wonderful. To love is indeed the one purpose a person desires to live his life for. Life always chooses to be born, to be experienced, and to be aware of the beautiful path we walk upon each day.
We often live as though we are taking permanent residency where we are rather than as though we are on a journey and enjoying the road before us.
Come to think of it, how many retirement plans been brought before our table? How many insurance plans have been purchased as though we can insure everything we encounter in this life?
Think about it again. Is retirement the real goal of life? Is it your goal?
Now there is nothing wrong with retirement, as there is nothing wrong with planning one’s journey. And if retirement can teach us one thing, it’s that our life here is bound by time, that it will end somehow and that we have to make full use of the time that we have.
In your current undertakings, are you making full use of your time? Are you always putting off for tomorrow what you can enjoy and savor today? Are you fooling yourself that you are trying to build something permanent?
Nothing is permanent in this life. Life is a journey, a temporary abode where we have to do all that we can do given our limited time.
Enjoy each day given you, savor each moment that you have with your loved ones, take the trip you’ve always wanted to have. And whenever you see a good scenery, why not pause for a while and take some pictures? Not with your digital camera, but with your mind. Let the beauty of the moment be imprinted in your soul so you can always go back to it, even when your time is up. At the end of your journey, all that matters is whether you have lived your life well, that you have done everything your heart has ever desired to do.
I sometimes feel frustrated in trying to find the thin line between being independent (loving myself) and being able to belong (loving others). I get frustrated because whenever I try to break out of my shell and reach out to other people, I find my efforts are often not really needed, if not too demanding of others.
You see, whenever I think of loving others, I get into this ideal mode in my mind that says, “I care for you and you care for me. We care for each other. My actions aren’t only for myself and so are your actions. In everything that we do, we take one another into consideration.”
So guess what happens when someone performs an action that does not consider the other – “me”! I feel terribly disappointed. Even if it’s the other way around where I’m not able to do what I think is “expected” of me, I feel bad not being able to do my part.
Feeling terrible as this, I then wonder if reaching out and trying to form relationships is really worth it. Wouldn’t it be easier to just care for yourself? In that way, you wouldn’t expect anything of anyone. Also, nobody would expect anything from you.
Yet what kind of life will that be? While it is true that you wouldn’t have troubles or misunderstandings that way, you wouldn’t feel warmth or connection as well. You’d feel cold and empty and life will be very boring as well, a life that isn’t worth living.
In the end, it all redounds to balance, which is not so easy to achieve. I guess I just have to carry on, learning from each mistake, each little triumph, forging relationships that may not be perfect, but which fills the heart with warmth and a lot of joy.