First of all, let me mention that I love the fact that I woke up and saw the snow outside. It took me a while, but I had to remember that we are in the month of May. We haven't had snow in May for a few years, so it just makes me so much more happier to know that my summer is, yet, furthermore delayed unitl further notice. Why don't we just skip right to winter, again?
But anyways, I read what I wrote yesterday, and it is really hard to follow and understand. My attempt at writing differently failed me, which means I will have to resort back to my noob ways of doing things: direct and straight forward. The entry also got rather long, so I couldn't write about the other interesting stuff that happened.
Just to present what turned out to be my post yesterday a little differently, I think it's vital to give a bit of a prequel, or preamble, to it. First of all, it isn't a story that I just made up from under the cork tree. And no, it is not about me. The story is, indeed, true, but I wanted to keep it as annonymous as possible, because what if the person I was writing about came across and read it? Wouldn't be too pretty after that. Afterward, I was thinking to myself about my situation, and where I stand in the picture, and I see that everyone has one of these people that they know, too. I firmly believe that you know someone who is being described in what I blogged about yesterday. This person, like I said, lives in a very small world, and has his or her eyes only set on themself, with little care for anyone else. Innocence is what created this, so called, monster, and it links to ignorance. People say that ignorance is bliss, and I don't disagree, but there is clearly a line that you have to draw before you turn into one of these people I deemed as "the boy". So, in the end, I think that even though everyone falls at one point in time, or another, you cannot completely kill, what used to be, their former self. Just look at Sylar and Nathan in Heroes, yay! I'd like to think that I am a living example of that. My old bad habits, and such, still get the best of me, but I think the difference in me now, is that I am aware of who I am in comparison to the rest of the world: not very significant, as to what I had before.
Well, anyways, maybe that clears up some things, maybe it doesnt, but oh well, I hate it when I have awesome ideas, but then they don't translate well materialistically.
In other news, I will be in Vancouver from Friday to Monday. Realistically, I'm only there for Saturday and Sunday, I will be driving the other two days. Wonderful. I, occassionally, love for a road trip, but I think this time around, I just don't really look forward to it. On the bright side, though, I will be able to take part in my friends' wedding, and I am pretty happy for them because they are the lead couple to get this whole 'weddings bonanza', throughout the summer, going.
I also want to write another song, but I'm not very good at it, haha.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Dead and Gone
Today was an interesting day, but I must start off by writing something different.
There's a boy who had the faith he could move a mountain. This boy grew up a fearless little boy and had all the confidence in the world; he was driven to succeed, even though it might be far fetched. Growing up, this boy might not have gotten the attention that he needed, seeing that he was sandwiched in between, somewhere in the middle, all the time. Appearing as, though, a happy kid, most of the time, this boy made his journey through the first decade of his life as that adorable kid that everyone loves to be around. As most people have it, when they enter the ripe ages of their teens, they begin to change and grasp their view upon life in a new way. Unlike many kids in this modern generation, this boy, however, did not get the aid he needed as he began to take his side on the many places that values and beliefs have in our world; thus, everything the boy grew into, was something that spelled a disaster somewhere down the road. Years past, while people's eyes have passed this boy, by accident, many times. Being liberated in your own thoughts and platforms at such a young age, the boy was able to live life at his own free will.
I started to notice that there might be something wrong with the way the boy was developing: the way he viewed life, the attitude he possesses, the unrealistic goals that he is so firm in his belief that he could achieve, all of this lead to someone who had become so full of himself. When a child develops and grows psychologically by themselves in a majority of their life, their world and horizons are really small, and that is exactly the case of this little boy. As someone who is blessed to observe this boy so often, I could only see him going up and up until he falls down causing capital damage to his ego. The pride that was possessed by this boy can be paralleled to unconditional love; there was absolutely nothing the boy believed was wrong with himself and he didn't care. This boy learned to become so full of himself that it was as if he was a god: everything he said would automatically become truth, he got what he wanted, and what he says, goes. Things got so bad, it was as if there is nothing, of authority, that was above this boy.
What the boy didn't realize was that the world did not revolve around him. I wanted to help. I wanted to bring this boy back down to earth so he can see that he is not the king, that there is more to life than his ego. I prayed for wisdom. I prayed so that I could be of help and not have to watch him go higher and higher, because I knew that there would be one day that he will come crashing down; the higher he goes, the harder he'll fall, when it does happen.
I do have to give props, however, to the boy, because with the confidence he possessed, he was a very driven character. His self-value is beyond any that you and I may think, leading him to believe that he is able to achieve what only five percent of the world has done. When I was first told of this dream that he had, it was as if I was being pranked upon. There was no way I could come to accept that this boy thinks he is worthy of such a high status, but he was serious.
Then, finally one day, reality struck the boy as if lightning struck an unsuspecting person who is only trying to get home from the storm. All throughout the boy's life, there were certain restrictions that he could not help, which would prevent him from achieving that goal he so desired when he decided he would. This reality hits hard like a cat into a brick wall, but was so obvious that it was missed when he first believed. As these restrictions grow, the boy's dream grow fainter and fainter because his restrictions wouldn't allow him to be as effective at his job. In fact, it even inhibits his ability to do this task as regular people do, let alone, take this task to a higher level. Normally, you would think that because of this growing inhibition, you will come to be thankful for what you have, since afterall, it takes one to know the other. But this wasn't the case for the boy. The boy's ego got the better of him and took him even higher and forced him into hating those who like to practice their ability to choose. It seems that there is no end to what, and how high, this boy will instill onto himself, the deadly disease called pride.
At last, factual proofs came in, one day, confirming that this boy will not be able to reach his dream because of the level that his restrictions lead him to. In one, what seems to be, a huge collapse, the boy did what he would've laughed at, if someone else did in front of him: be humbled. This break down, to me, appeared as if the day finally got brighter for this boy. The boy finally came to realizing that he is only human, and the higher you go, the harder you fall, when you're careless. So now, the boy may have finally realized that he cannot be greater than what he is capable of. To be humbled, for anyone, is usually an embarrassing time of your life, because you must come to realize the mistake you have made, and what it did to you, and everyone gets their turn to be humbled.
From now on, the boy, again, is blessed with the choice to either try to build himself up like he did before, or to live a more open life and learn to be the man God wants him to be. Whichever path is chosen, his old self is dead and gone; whether or not he tries to recreate his past, is his choice.
There's a boy who had the faith he could move a mountain. This boy grew up a fearless little boy and had all the confidence in the world; he was driven to succeed, even though it might be far fetched. Growing up, this boy might not have gotten the attention that he needed, seeing that he was sandwiched in between, somewhere in the middle, all the time. Appearing as, though, a happy kid, most of the time, this boy made his journey through the first decade of his life as that adorable kid that everyone loves to be around. As most people have it, when they enter the ripe ages of their teens, they begin to change and grasp their view upon life in a new way. Unlike many kids in this modern generation, this boy, however, did not get the aid he needed as he began to take his side on the many places that values and beliefs have in our world; thus, everything the boy grew into, was something that spelled a disaster somewhere down the road. Years past, while people's eyes have passed this boy, by accident, many times. Being liberated in your own thoughts and platforms at such a young age, the boy was able to live life at his own free will.
I started to notice that there might be something wrong with the way the boy was developing: the way he viewed life, the attitude he possesses, the unrealistic goals that he is so firm in his belief that he could achieve, all of this lead to someone who had become so full of himself. When a child develops and grows psychologically by themselves in a majority of their life, their world and horizons are really small, and that is exactly the case of this little boy. As someone who is blessed to observe this boy so often, I could only see him going up and up until he falls down causing capital damage to his ego. The pride that was possessed by this boy can be paralleled to unconditional love; there was absolutely nothing the boy believed was wrong with himself and he didn't care. This boy learned to become so full of himself that it was as if he was a god: everything he said would automatically become truth, he got what he wanted, and what he says, goes. Things got so bad, it was as if there is nothing, of authority, that was above this boy.
What the boy didn't realize was that the world did not revolve around him. I wanted to help. I wanted to bring this boy back down to earth so he can see that he is not the king, that there is more to life than his ego. I prayed for wisdom. I prayed so that I could be of help and not have to watch him go higher and higher, because I knew that there would be one day that he will come crashing down; the higher he goes, the harder he'll fall, when it does happen.
I do have to give props, however, to the boy, because with the confidence he possessed, he was a very driven character. His self-value is beyond any that you and I may think, leading him to believe that he is able to achieve what only five percent of the world has done. When I was first told of this dream that he had, it was as if I was being pranked upon. There was no way I could come to accept that this boy thinks he is worthy of such a high status, but he was serious.
Then, finally one day, reality struck the boy as if lightning struck an unsuspecting person who is only trying to get home from the storm. All throughout the boy's life, there were certain restrictions that he could not help, which would prevent him from achieving that goal he so desired when he decided he would. This reality hits hard like a cat into a brick wall, but was so obvious that it was missed when he first believed. As these restrictions grow, the boy's dream grow fainter and fainter because his restrictions wouldn't allow him to be as effective at his job. In fact, it even inhibits his ability to do this task as regular people do, let alone, take this task to a higher level. Normally, you would think that because of this growing inhibition, you will come to be thankful for what you have, since afterall, it takes one to know the other. But this wasn't the case for the boy. The boy's ego got the better of him and took him even higher and forced him into hating those who like to practice their ability to choose. It seems that there is no end to what, and how high, this boy will instill onto himself, the deadly disease called pride.
At last, factual proofs came in, one day, confirming that this boy will not be able to reach his dream because of the level that his restrictions lead him to. In one, what seems to be, a huge collapse, the boy did what he would've laughed at, if someone else did in front of him: be humbled. This break down, to me, appeared as if the day finally got brighter for this boy. The boy finally came to realizing that he is only human, and the higher you go, the harder you fall, when you're careless. So now, the boy may have finally realized that he cannot be greater than what he is capable of. To be humbled, for anyone, is usually an embarrassing time of your life, because you must come to realize the mistake you have made, and what it did to you, and everyone gets their turn to be humbled.
From now on, the boy, again, is blessed with the choice to either try to build himself up like he did before, or to live a more open life and learn to be the man God wants him to be. Whichever path is chosen, his old self is dead and gone; whether or not he tries to recreate his past, is his choice.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mommy
Happy Mother's Day!
A mother's love is the closest thing, in human form, to seeing God's love: the unconditional and ever-expanding love that we are so fortunate to have.
Thanks for being so awesome, mom!
A mother's love is the closest thing, in human form, to seeing God's love: the unconditional and ever-expanding love that we are so fortunate to have.
Thanks for being so awesome, mom!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Imagination
Today, I tried to run again. I did the exact same route as I did last Thursday, except, this time around took me nine minutes, almost doubling what it took last time. FML. Okay, in reality, it took a couple more minutes, but I wonder why I was so slow? I was dying just as badly as I was the first time when I turned back towards my house, but this time was so much slower! Maybe it was because that strong wind against my direction, coupled with the uphill, that KO'd me.
Well anyway, I came back into the house after making sure no one broke in while I was gone for, all of, ten minutes. I took some time to recover myself and then made my way downstairs to my lair, where I decided to beat Final Fantasy IX, once and for all, before I flipped the channel to watch Canada lose to Finland.
After beating the game, I have to say that I am very impressed with the storyline. Final Fantasy IX seems to be the most underrated of all Final Fantasies, perhaps, based on the impression that is given by the graphics of the characters. In reality, I am not very much of a game fanatic. I am nuts over RPG games because of the stories that they hold. Yes, that's right, I only play games for the stories. Why? Because I love to expand my mind to think beyond what I see in my life. A lot of times, these RPG's have a message that the creator wants to get out to the public, and that is what I play for: the single and simple message. Following these story lines, for me, helps me use my imagination and think about a lot of things in life, and I could go on and on about this; it really brings out the nerd inside of me, talking about this. Haha.
Well, you might think that I can do so many other things that can trigger my imagination and make me think about stuff. Why I stick to RPG's is because they are often taking place in fantasy worlds, hence the name Final Fantasy, and a lot of the supernatural occur. This helps me think outside of just the boring human life, and I love it. As of what and how, I can't really describe it because it's all in my brain, and translating it into human words just doesn't work very well. Imagination is very cool for me to have; not only does it keep me young, but some of the greatest artists and most influencial people on earth have awesome imaginations that bring forth these insane ideas that just might make a difference.
... And then my thought just died on me. Oh well, I feel like going for a drive.
Well anyway, I came back into the house after making sure no one broke in while I was gone for, all of, ten minutes. I took some time to recover myself and then made my way downstairs to my lair, where I decided to beat Final Fantasy IX, once and for all, before I flipped the channel to watch Canada lose to Finland.
After beating the game, I have to say that I am very impressed with the storyline. Final Fantasy IX seems to be the most underrated of all Final Fantasies, perhaps, based on the impression that is given by the graphics of the characters. In reality, I am not very much of a game fanatic. I am nuts over RPG games because of the stories that they hold. Yes, that's right, I only play games for the stories. Why? Because I love to expand my mind to think beyond what I see in my life. A lot of times, these RPG's have a message that the creator wants to get out to the public, and that is what I play for: the single and simple message. Following these story lines, for me, helps me use my imagination and think about a lot of things in life, and I could go on and on about this; it really brings out the nerd inside of me, talking about this. Haha.
Well, you might think that I can do so many other things that can trigger my imagination and make me think about stuff. Why I stick to RPG's is because they are often taking place in fantasy worlds, hence the name Final Fantasy, and a lot of the supernatural occur. This helps me think outside of just the boring human life, and I love it. As of what and how, I can't really describe it because it's all in my brain, and translating it into human words just doesn't work very well. Imagination is very cool for me to have; not only does it keep me young, but some of the greatest artists and most influencial people on earth have awesome imaginations that bring forth these insane ideas that just might make a difference.
... And then my thought just died on me. Oh well, I feel like going for a drive.
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