In Journal on March 11, 2017 at 10:36 AM
I shouldn’t fool myself, there is no such thing as WASTED LOVE. If it is true love, it grows root and it multiplies.
It isn’t love when I expect something in return. It is love when I give without hesitation but comes from a pure heart. What is a pure heart? I believe that I am made of love, and everything that I do that is genuine must be a continuity of love. I do not to have harmful intentions towards myself or others.
I do acknowledge that I needed help to keep the love flowing by connecting with the source, and that source is God.
In Article on January 21, 2017 at 12:02 PM
Yesterday I heard a family passed by my apartment, a father, a mother, and a child. The child was asking the parents about where are they going. The child’s voice is filled with excitement and a sense of wonder for a little person but with a whole soul. Are children that hopeful and filled with love because they just came from our source?
To maintain that purity in spirit, the adult has the responsibility to nurture them with love but trust them enough that they could eventually stand up on their own to be what they were supposed to be to serve the world better than they found it.
Children are strong in hope but they are fragile too that adult could break that, to condition them in a hostile upbringing, leading them to a bad path. Adults indeed have the responsibility to care for the young ones to lead with good example, so they can grow up as a responsible human being.
In Journal on January 18, 2017 at 10:03 AM
My latest lesson is about love.
I started from listening to Mandy Len Catron’s TED talk about “A better way to talk about love.” People are used to the notion that falling in love is getting mad and crazy; so she shared a better metaphor, which is “Love is a collaborative work of art.” This then allows men to decide what love would looks like.
The movie Inferno (2016) shared interesting lines about love: “Love awakens the soul to act,” spoken by Bertrand Zobrist. This line puzzled me as I seem to have a sleeping soul, pausing and not in action. Do I know what really love is?
So I always go back to 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, that makes a great sense as my guide:
does not envy
does not boast
is not proud
does not dishonor others
is not self-seeking
is not easily angered
keeps no record of wrong
does not delight in evil
rejoices with the truth
How about you, what is your definition of love?
In Article on January 7, 2017 at 2:51 AM
I am still not convinced what mission do I have to have the privilege to exist in this world. Or maybe that is my problem that I try to give meaning for things to happen. If I completely surrender and let go of my ego that I am particularly special then maybe I could simply say that I exist.
I exist. I am here. I breathe.
What I do in my existence is a matter of my choice. I am given the freewill to do as I please and in every act I would reap the consequence or simply I must expect that there is a reaction to be elicited in my every move or even inaction. And further on I could also just surrender the result and not be melodramatic about it.
It is important to believe that I am important but not to think that I more important than anyone as everybody is equally valuable. The uniqueness of every individual is fascinatingly beautiful. I just expertly build up my wall and tricked myself into thinking that I am in a different league but it can’t be as the source is just one.
We are connected. We are one.
Now that I know that I exist and I have to exist with other; which law should I abide to have order? Who would I trust to lead and manage? It is why there are sacred values to uphold like being honest, giving my best, and being kind. As intricate as the body composition is, the more layer that is applicable to be respectful with one another. When I rip everything off, what’s left?
In Journal on December 26, 2016 at 10:55 PM
New romance brings all the crazy thumping of sensations that makes you tingle all at the right special places.
I am courting life that I find my crazy new romance that drive me faster and stronger when I want to give up; and light up my zen aura when I’ve just given my all.
It would be great too to finally have the perfect romantic experience in 2017!
In Article on December 26, 2016 at 9:36 PM
I don’t see God but I do believe He exists.
I am conditioning myself (making it stick) to believe that He exists in each and every one of us whether we are known as nice or nasty. I do this because I don’t want to keep judging others and let my ego assume that I am better than some other people. I also want it as a reminder so I can be kinder, easier to forgive myself and others, and let go of the things that I couldn’t explain and comprehend.
Am a little mess with my thoughts and feelings so my solution is surprising people who are dear to me, winning a true smile with the efforts that I have done especially for them, and maybe a miracle will happen that I get a clear head and direction on my next shenanigan, I mean adventure! Life is good.
In Journal on December 25, 2016 at 7:15 AM
Christmas is because of the beautiful birth of men’s savior Jesus. God so love the world that He gave His only Son to become human.
In my own way I’ve got to spent it with my sister, greeted my relatives and friends abroad via Facebook, prepared a feast, open presents, laughing out loud and tearing up watching old Christmas movies, and above all remember how blessed I am that I am purely love, unconditionally by God.
May this day be as magical as you’ve never expected to enjoy the fantastic surprises! Don’t look at the imperfections, or the plans that didn’t go well, be at peace and let it be. Enjoy the moments because it’s only the eve and the whole Christmas Day that we get to be festive and have reasons to be in touch with everyone with extra good cheers then we wait for another 364 days to pass.
I did have my boundaries and intend to have things the way I’ve wanted but for this Christmas I pray love for everyone without any walls but simply spreading good intentions.
Have a very merry Christmas! 😉
In Journal on December 2, 2016 at 7:47 AM
Am I counting the days that I will be alive?
I once heard a father tell a story about his teenage daughter he lost because of a car accident. He said that her daughter doesn’t have a dream and he knew that whenever he asked the question what would you like to be. She always ended with no answer and he doesn’t wonder why anymore because he understood now that she didn’t need to. Whenever I feel like I am out of dreams or feel like dying, I check if I am really out of hope of what I truly dream of from the deepest part of my heart. I relax when I can find at least one thing there.
The study that said people with meaningful relationship are happier and a lot more fulfilled scared me. Having a relationship with bad ones is certainly not going to help. I know that I can still find a dream within wanting to be realized but I’m not sure about the relationship part because there is only a handful (maybe 5) that I can say I love having a connection with. I’m doomed if I don’t start opening myself with others.
I still have time. This morning I woke up, that is enough sign that I still have a mission left to do. I have waken up and you too reading this.
In Journal on December 1, 2016 at 11:24 PM
I try to always do the right thing but lately I start to question even my drive. I stopped being hungry. Moments come that I lose my grip for determination because I feel old, gets tired too easily, and allow myself to be very worried ending with no proper sleeps for two nights in a row. It boggles me that there is nothing worth living for.
I couldn’t feel anything because I am frightened to feel something. I am afraid to feel love again because I build up all the boundaries before it even begun. I let my judgment of others ruin my own value. Why is it that when I hurt so bad I wish to hurt back, which only freezes me in reality? Why is it when I got my heart broken I feel so weak to mend it back to whole?
When is a little going away from the wagon all right? Will I find my way back to connect with the one true source of love and live with kindness and courage to fulfill my dreams?
I still see a glimmer of hope. I am hopeful.
In Journal on November 23, 2016 at 12:00 AM
It is nice to be a child. We may argue that children are dependent to adults, susceptible to learning the wrong things, or too delicate to face the real world. What is the real world anyway?
I will share a secret about the spirit of a child, they are never afraid to do what they love, to show their crafts, and truly never thinks, ‘Oh this is too embarrassing!’ They just go on the stage, perform, and more so when encouraged.
When I was a kid, I was invited to a party including my dear mother. The party host opened the floor that whoever can perform will get an apple. I don’t exactly remember my motivation, whether I wanted the apple, to show off in front of a crowd, or simply just the joy of entertaining. My mother gave me a nudge; and without even hesitating, I got up, took the microphone, and performed. I must have recited a poem and got an apple home.
As I grow as an adult, there are moments that I hesitate thinking I will look like a fool; but then again I say to myself, ‘So what! It is better to speak my mind that being silent and expect others to read my mind.’
Real world is where we can always try to be the best that we can be. If we make mistakes then we found a wrong way and could move on to the next until it leads us to the right path. Life is a journey with pauses to take a breather, which we got accustomed to think that it’s a destination. I invite you that let us show off what we love.