There are two kinds of people in the world:
One who’s blunt, and one who roams about the bushes.
One who makes few promises and always deliver, and one who promises a lot like a commissioned salesman.
One who tells the complete and ugly truth, and one who sugarcoats, veneers with white lies, or simply just leave out all the bad stuff.
One who’s joyous, and one who’s constantly in pursuit of happiness.
One whose passion drives action in his works, and one whose self-righteousness speaks louder than his passion.
One who acts as he is when he’s alone, and one who removes his true self as soon as he steps out of the door.
One who stirs up emotions in people, and one who changes constantly to conform to circumstances.
One principled, and one a blind idealist.
One who is fearful but acts on his choices, and one who is fearful and paralyzed.
One who’s uncompromising, and one who feels subjected to anything that comes in his way.
One who is hated while he’s alive, and one who is hailed, worshipped, and loved by many, but forever forgotten after he dies.
Where do you stand on the spectrum?
1. I need to lose 10 pounds.
2. Do I look better in this filter or that filter? Level 3 or 4 Valencia?
3. No way am I posting a #nofilter.
4. What did she really mean when she joked about how insecure I am?
5. My folks don’t love me as much as they love my sister – believe me.
6. OMG why does she keep looking away whenever I start to talk?
7. Have I done anything wrong to her? Let’s see, there’s probably that time when … or maybe it’s that time when … and that time when …
8. I don’t understand. We instantly clicked from day one, but she takes forever to text me back.
9. She probably has more than enough BFFs in her life, and I’m just disturbing her.
10. Don’t you see? He likes her, not me. He mirrors every move she makes.
11. Ugh, I hate myself.
12. What’s wrong with me? *makes a painstakingly detailed account of all the things you think are wrong about yourself*
13. If I do approach him, I’ll kill myself.
14. He’ll think I’m desperate.
15. What if he doesn’t feel the same way?
16. Great. This humongous pimple had to pop up just before the big date.
17. I’ll have to be a Victoria’s Secret supermodel in order for him to ever notice me.
18. Should I go with this dress or that one?
19. I shouldn’t have gone with the blue one. *makes a mental list of all the details of what could have been*
20. Am I looking too much into things? Probably not, because you have to see every aspect of the situation in order to make any decision at all.
21. But really, what’s the bigger picture behind this situation? I can’t seem to figure things out.
22. How do I make sure I keep everything under control?
23. I mean, what would my future self think of me?
24. It’s frustrating that I have no concrete idea where I’m going to be 10 years from now. There are so many holes I’ve yet to fill in my 10-year life plan.
25. Like … what if I fail?
26. Or, what if I succeed? How am I going to deal with the money and fame that comes from it?
27. I’m not done tweaking this thing. It needs to be perfect before everyone sees it.
28. Yes, perfect.
29. Well, what would other people think?
Note to self:
Like this hedgehog does.
Now you tell me what’s been keeping you up all night, because I’ve probably missed a thousand and one other thoughts that aren’t on this list yet.
Just a thought: This is a New Age-y era we’re living in. These are the times when there are actually job descriptions from the for-profit sector that recognizes individuals as spiritual leaders, healers, and/or gurus. These are the people who often call us into thanksgivings and prayers in order for us to manifest our desires into reality. If we say it in faith, we will attract the things we want in life, or so they say.
Recently, I had an epiphany. I used to be (okay, still am) a sucker for anything self-help but for the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking to myself, “Who should I pray to?”. I generally don’t ask for much in life and in prayer, at least, nothing other than for more wisdom to offset my stupidity and for an overall sense of security. But as I flipped through the pages of some books I don’t wish to name (and various articles on the Internet), I questioned these gurus, who’s supposed to be the “you” in “thank you”? Where’s this mystical place from all our wishes will be granted? Do people ever question these things whenever they get into that “self-help mode” of reading/watching/listening? Like, if in the end all of our prayers do manifest themselves into reality, who are we going to thank? And most importantly, are we all praying to the same One or different gods, or even *gasp* false gods?
Don’t know about you and I know this is a sensitive subject. But hey, I believe in spiritual beings that we can neither see nor touch, beings so magnificent they exist beyond any human mind can imagine. They are at war just as we humans are at ours.
So my message for this year’s Ascension Day is this: Before you think about what you want, think about who you’re submitting yourself to, where you’re directing your energy toward. Remember: Where there’s a Big Bang when the universe came into existence, there must be a Big Bang-er somewhere1.
Disclaimer: This is my review of the food served during my visit. Keep in mind that taste may change over time, depending on the restaurant’s consistency. Just keep munching~
You will always be too much of something for someone:
Too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy.
If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
via Toque Sedutor on Pinterest
Soul mates. The term often carries romantic implications in it, although it’s not always the case. I’ve spent at least half of my life finding mine1, only to find myself embracing a larger conception of the term now.
I used to believe in the notion that one person was supposed to complete us, somehow predetermined to be the only one to fulfill our lives. If you think about it, it’s a ridiculous and potentially dangerous concept to hold on to. What if said “The One” lives in another continent and you’ve never had a chance to travel abroad? What if you’re Peggy Carter and your Captain America lives in another century? And what if one day, you become so possessed by this idea that it eats you up, obscures your conscience, and drives you away from those loved ones other than this mystical “The One”?