Me.

I apologize for the very conceited post, but this has to be.

As much as I would want to keep this to myself and as much as my mind is contradicting me, I miss you.

 

Okay end of story moving on.

“Muevelo.” Oh let me see other versions.. muevete? mueveme? Crap. I want to do something with my life… and so I decided to write. Someone stopped me from mediocrity (yes it’s the word of the day). There is so much more to life than ADV1’s ADV4’s …manager ones two and threes… directors and ceo’s… to break room coffees, hello pandas, sour punch and ginger tea. Life has a lot in store aside from khaki pants, purple checkered polos, red polka dot socks. The big bang sure created so much more than weekly achievements that mostly relate to code fixes, system updates, new requirements, old requirements that were missed, lack of authorizations, poor design, and all that crap. I’m pretty sure that aside from the celestial bodies, time, space, and matter, the big bang also created dreams and aspirations and world changing ideas and wonderful people and that thing called greatness. I’m sure many have made buckets of money over books on greatness but how does that determine the measure of greatness? It should be relative, right? Well how do you measure one’s standards if one’s standards aren’t even set? Someday we’ll know.

I want to change the world. Join me.

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Thoughts.

“You either you do, or you don’t”

“Well what if you do?”

“Then you’re screwed.”

“What if you don’t?”

“You’re still screwed.”

Apologies to those thrown back by the cynicism and lack of faith. We all know the world would not end too soon. A little sacrifice goes a long way, after all…right? Who said that in the first place? Who was the genius who said give up your shit and follow me, make me rich? He ought to be a saint by now, which I wouldn’t doubt. This is rather a discourse on religion, not faith. Are all religions like this at some point? It’s similar to organized crime minus the publicized armor and tattoos, add halo and chants. But that’s not what we’re here for, is it?

I wonder how faith is measured. Will there be a checklist before you die? Or is there an ongoing checklist? Is the measure based on a global metric? Are your results compared to those before you? Will I pass? If I can’t trust myself or others, does that mean I don’t have faith in God either? Oh I’m doomed.

Back to Zero

Ahh the introductory stage of calamity psychology. One would feel instantaneous pulses of emotion – as if being shot by adrenalin straight to the cardiac muscle. One may say that this feeling is similar to that of pulling the trigger aimed for a kill – while others would say it is reminiscent of touching the goal 0.01 seconds before the others. The human body has been gifted – or shall we say – enabled with a spectrum of emotions. With so many chemical imbalances and combinations, it would be easy to assume that attaining one specific emotion is easy, doable. If so, then why do we all search for it?

Yes. It’s that feeling of true ….. (I can’t say it because I’m still in the process of attaining it).

Why is it so easy to say yet so hard to prove? I hope there’s a user’s manual for everything thrown at us in life: lemons, strawberries, apple pie… but then it would be half the fun and zero the life.

Hello penguins.

Full Moon

There’s no way to erase shadows except to shed some new light on them.

It’s only the losing race between time and life that makes people strive harder. What makes it all worthwhile? Those cheesy breath-taking moments that pass by so quick. They’re flashes of extremities that are either too trivial or too overwhelming for us to comprehend, but we’re humans. Every moment we think of becomes a big deal. Thinking too much makes a big deal out of almost anything imaginable. It depends on the society to judge and criticize every uttered word and action made. Why is everything such a big deal? If it’s for personal achievement, then whose merit is going to be accounted for? Is it for pride or self-fulfillment that we all live the way we should?

But there’s no way to erase shadows except to shed some new light on them.