Loathe as I am to do a re-post, I would say this was worth it: (also, I found myself reading through the whole thing despite my characteristic laziness of reading not more than two paragraphs of text at a time…)
Not the kind you get for 99 cents at 7/11, but the kind you pay…
If i were to paint my never-ending musings about work, expect a color mix of black, white, grey, brown, green, and a smear of yellow and red. It won’t be a pretty abstract.
Confounded by certain issues and in my self-imposed mission to figure things out, I tried asking my good friend Mish for some sound, noteworthy advice. Far exceeding my expectations, she helped me realize that:
1. I am not alone.
2. I am young and it’s not too late to explore and experience new things that interest me.
3. This short yet concise sentence was a winner for me and it speaks volumes i would say, and i quote, it’s "better to make a mistake of action than of passivity". Bull’s eye. I guess this tells me to just go ahead and do it- make it happen. Whatever it is.
4. I am blessed to have this kind of worry. It’s not as grave and basic as worrying about putting food on the table or getting shelter. It’s a problem you’d like to have, basically.
Hopefully, in my quest for answers I’d be able to make a good, reflected, decision. Let me end this post with a quote form Euripides, “Do not plan ventures before finishing the task at hand”. Gotta make a mark.
Look at my teeth. There goes one of my insecurities. You see that far right tooth hanging out of the rest? Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always convinced my mom that I get braces. For some reason.. it never happened and now that I am 23, I don’t think my teeth would care to ever move.
Exaggeration aside, I don’t think I’ll ever want to have it fixed. That odd one out feature will most likely be a permanent tiny part of me ‘cos fortunately, I’ve grown to like and accept it.
Flaws will never escape us, but we sure can escape getting stuck in the rut over insecurities that will never be a measure of who we are and what we can be. Let’s all embrace them, will we?
“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells, and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower, both strange and familiar.”—Cornelia Funke (via aeterne)
“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, “Look at that, you son of a bitch.”—Edgar Mitchell, Apollo 14 astronaut, People magazine, 8 April 1974 (via greyandgray)
Last night, my dad invited me to go with him to this cozy hotel-type cafe/restaurant that magically turns into an entertainment bar situated right at the corner of Sapphire and Emerald Avenue. This pub may look small from the outside but it’s a wonderful speck of coziness amidst the hustle and bustle of Ortigas. The crowd’s a mix of expats, hip oldies, and yuppies- qualifying me, dad, and the rest of dad’s younger workmates!
Chef & Brewer offers a wide array of Asian dishes and drinks from imported beers, signature cocktails to espressos and shakes. For food, we ordered Oysters A La Formo (salsa with melted cheese!), Pepperoni Pizza (topped with cheese nachos!), Mozzarella cubes, chicken wings with sourcream sauce, and of course 2 plates of cashew nuts to go with teh alcohol. For drinks, i ordered myself Sangria while the rest had beers in their hands all night. I felt so out of place! Haha.
Got home past 12mn yet I had an amazing good night’s sleep- probably the red wine.
Missed connections are just that: a connection you made with someone in the city that you weren’t able to follow through. You might have held a door open for someone, lent someone a piso for jeepney fare, or simply locked eyes with a pretty stranger as she slipped…
Oh, Petra, you’re a genius. Hey guys, you might want to check her tumblr out! Very interesting!
I’m sure one of those questions has popped or may pop in your head, too; and it’s been a struggle for me to even think about everything at once. I feel like i’m in a rush to have answers.
Growing up and finding your career path entail this whirlwind of questions, doubts, and confusion- only mine comes next to a 60-second timer. I feel I’m in such a hurry to succeed or to feel secure and sure about myself and the path im taking. I guess i should just find consolation in the fact that others in their 30’s have the same predicament. (By the way, I heard in news that a grand dad just received his doctorate)
It’s never too late i guess. At least not in God’s time.
Lifting it up to Him is one of the hardest things to do right now, really. I feel like I’m not that far away from finding that certainty i’m searching for, but it’s taking so long. A friend has made her first million in a year in sales, another has found her passion in medicine. It’s as if everyone else is so sure except me.
When I was in high school all the way through college, I was in the zone. I knew what I was aiming for, and more importantly, I knew how to get there. Excuse the gloat, but I’ve had my share of achievements. Won volleyball tournaments, hailed best server, got accepted in the best dance troupe at that time, scored the best university (in my opinion), got latin honors, joined organizations and became active in them. They say I was the jack of all trades. I felt invincible. But I feel like im a master of none. So what’s the point? Where should I go if there are too many paths to take, too many things I can do?