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[1: 1,877 of 10,000] What Was Your Reason God?

In Article on April 29, 2017 at 1:08 AM

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Two men that I respect for their spiritual belief belonging from two completely different countries but both love God answered these line of questions with identical answer. If God is so loving and would only want the best for mankind, His very own creation, then why are there so many sufferings? Why do bad things happen to good people? Their answer is…

“I don’t know.”

It is true that God works in pretty mysterious ways. I often wonder why do Father rape their own daughters? Why do criminals due to their mental illness exist to havoc emotional and physical pain to the people around them and don’t even realize that they do? Why do God let the simple meeting the basic needs of food and clean water being so difficult? Where is God?

I also don’t know…

  • But I got reminded that human race carried a curse when Adam and Eve have eaten the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden.
  • I also have faith that God never stopped loving men and send miracles despite the outer suffering that men’s naked eyes could see but not for the intellect to possibly comprehend and grasp.
  • God sent His only begotten son Jesus to be the way, the truth, and the life for men. He died for men’s sins for a beautiful and promising eternal life.

It does puzzle me that if heaven is all beautiful, why are men need to be on Earth to endure so many challenges that breaks the hearts and loan the souls?

  • “Heaven is in our midst,” those words lead me to not rush and crave for the afterlife but to enjoy peace in the present. Peace is not the absence of distraction but peace within me directly connecting with the almighty.
  • Finally, I believe that through battling my challenges, I become stronger. When I suffer, I develop empathy and would be able to be kinder to the others who suffer the same. And when I am truly tuned in, I could make a difference to make this world better than I found it. That’s just me; but what if the thinking spreads to every single one on Earth, it’ll be revolutionary.

The pain is part of the hero’s journey despite pain doesn’t stop with just one. Just like a rough diamond is not brilliant until it goes through some ridiculous amount of meticulous cutting and grinding.

Photo source: The New Yorker

 

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[1: 1,864 of 10,000] “I Don’t Know” Is An Answer

In Article, Journal on January 17, 2017 at 12:09 AM

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Today, I finally understood that not knowing the answer is enough to let matters go. I finally accepted it without resistance.

I finally see these statements more clearly –

  • Let go of what you cannot control.
  • It doesn’t have to have a reason.
  • It is not my place to know if it is meant to be.
  • I don’t need to be right.

I’ve always insisted that everything must have a form. Every thing, every one including me can be judged.

No wonder The Monk Hakuin with an encounter with a villager’s baby was at peace and says is that so. Paul Schubert was right to observe that the monk had responded appropriately, to respond to the moment of what’s best. The baby needed someone to care for it regardless of how the people tainted his reputation or the accusation is untrue. What a great way to live and it will eliminate all the dramas of my ego.

I am here and I will give my best. I cannot explain nor answer the rushing questions of why it happened, why it didn’t happen, and it is okay. I am alive and I will respond with effort and love.

I don’t know and it is so.

Photo credit: Monk with Bowl by Min Wae Aung

[1: 1,820 of 10,000] When I Look In Front Of A Mirror

In Journal on December 1, 2016 at 11:24 PM

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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.

 

 

[1: 1,810 of 10,000] What Is Worth Living For?

In Journal on November 21, 2016 at 12:01 AM

 

 

 

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I don’t have all the answers. I don’t feel like I’ve got it all figured out yet. I am not stopping to find out what my answer to, “What is worth living for?”

I get depressed when I hear a woman raped, a new born thrown into a garbage, a man unfairly judged because he’s poor, and with all the negativity and injustice in the world… isn’t this worth living for to shed some of my energy, talent, and voice to protect the weak?

I know what I love to do but I am not fully engaged and expanding it; hence I have enough reason to live, thrive, and get fulfillment with the work that I do that is coming from my very sacred heart.

To be inspired, to laugh, to be touched and even cry, to rest, to experience new adventures, to sacrifice, to sweat, to sing and dance, to read and write poetries, to entertain, or to give up once life all in the name of worth living for?

[1: 1,800 of 10,000] I Am Blessed With The Best Childhood Neighbor

In Journal on November 11, 2016 at 4:09 PM

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I am the eldest amongst my sisters, so I think the vulnerable and precious child in me was quite excited when I found out we’re having a new neighbor and I could actually end up having a grown up sister. She was kind, patient, and the purest soul who gave perfect answers to my inquisitive young mind.

This beautiful person was used by the divine to deliver a message, a hint and direction of what I should I be serving the world. She planted a very strong and healthy seed that inspired me to write. She said, “If you want your dream to come true, write about it,” that advice never went away. I daydream so much that wishfully magically my dreams will all come true. Then my motivation evolved in my teens that I will write to entertain and tell the original stories that are blazing in my mind. Today, I write like it is part to keep my soul, my very essence to be breathing… with a purpose that is nothing less than showing and living my purest reply to love.

After more than 2 decades, I found early this week that she’s vacationing in Dubai for a few days. I was ecstatic to meet my favorite neighbor in my childhood… actually one of the treasures in my lifetime who I will forever thank God for. I truly consider her as a very precious and important person that not anyone will have the privilege to meet. It is truly an honor to call her my eldest sister. So despite my tight schedules, I really have to make it happen that I have dinner with her.

At dinner, I asked her with my adult stature but with the same enthusiasm as my young self, “You were also young then, so where did you learn about to make my dreams come true, I have to write about it?” Her answer blew me away, she said, “We were kids, for every questions that you throw at me, I tried to come up with an intelligent answer.” Was it the work of the Holy Spirit who gave those words to her lips and my truly present consciousness was able to believe, accept, and understood the message?

Life is truly perfect, may you treasure your version of best childhood neighbor and may all children have their childhood neighbor that lead them to the right path.

[1: 1,702 of 10,000] Alive For A Reason

In Question on April 30, 2016 at 11:57 AM

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Not everyone who kills himself dies.

Not everyone who likes to live lives.

Is it because our mortality is not our choice but a destiny?

Would we give in to the idea that we soon meet our ends because we have lived our purpose, either knowingly or unknowingly? If this is true, may we just then have the pleasure of finding the brink of joy amidst an unexplainable suffering.

I do not know what I am really saying or having the eloquence to communicate it clearly but death and living are fascinating me, especially the part of answering “why”? I am a little obsessed of finding a meaning of everything, especially about my very existence. Or it this the perfect time to let go of matters I couldn’t grasp or persevere until I am satisfied.

Why do I live if I get bored? So I can find another way to express life with simplicity, relaxation, acceptance of what really is, and then enjoy every gift of waking up in the morning.

Why do I live to have opponents? So I can find ways to be sociable and peaceful, to see a different perspective, and possibly help someone go through the suffering of not understanding someone’s pain.

Why do I live just to soon die? So I can deliver my very existence to this complex world and to add to its flavour.

Life will never be measured by time. It is not how long you have lived, but merely have you truly lived? Have you utter gratitude, have you endured pain, have you let yourself laugh or cry, have you connected with someone or anyone, have you shared your fears and triumphs, because it is everything, not just the good but also the bad, and the falling and rising again, until the time comes that another realm of life is about to unfold. Do not aim for perfection, aim for trying again, and for appreciating and being present in every part of the journey.

[1: 1,700 of 10,000] The Simplest Answer For A Man’s Purpose

In Journal on April 29, 2016 at 12:44 AM

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I am being haunted to seek for answers to these questions again: What is my purpose in this world? Is it really leaving a legacy and for what good reason other than the selfish self preservation?

When I am so deep into my own selfish thoughts, I do lose track of what is important. It dawned on me that it can be very plain, very simple. I can start with “What can I do to leave this world a little better than I found it?”

A simple, smart, and truly a glorious act could be the beginning. Some things can’t be done until somebody proved it could be, and then another one who does it better. Change, either in action or perspective, is inevitable with a matter of effort, perseverance, and commitment.

May we have the courage to give a piece of our love to the world. Let us have the audacity to look on where we can use our gifts, our lives, our time to a good use to make this world better than we found it.

[1: 1,145 of 10,000] Bring It

In Poem on September 14, 2013 at 10:14 PM

Living needs to be meaningful.

Supporting and loving passionately!

When will I bring it?

My heart knows…

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