Things I learned about respect.

I am not fond of being too keen in observing other people. That's why they think I don't give a damn about them, thus, I am tagged as snooty or arrogant. But I guess it's because I didn't want to end up concerning myself with their affairs when it is not my business.

One thing more, I am not offended when their opinions differ from mine, I just know people are unique, that's why they don't think alike. I think this is what they call respect... and I am afraid to shun people's thoughts, because just as I value my own insights, their thoughts are also valuable. It may not be important to me today, but who knows, tomorrow or in the future, I may agree with them.

The struggles in life bring out different facets of a person's character, one opinion applies, and on another aspect, a totally different one will appear much more applicable.

So what did I learn? Never shun other people's point of views... you'll never know, in the future, you realize they are right. So give respect :)

Killing our dreams

re-posted from Paulo Coelho

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.

And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons

A Challenge in Life

"I'll make God proud of me" --- these were strong words I uttered one morning in my dream. I woke up and that was deeply imprinted in my brain. I got scared... but at the same time I was challenged.

I grew up in this kind of environment. Strict and conservative in following the Catholic Church's rules. And although I may not understand a lot of things, it became handy in my daily life. In my dealings with people, I realized that I have become the person molded in the strictest guidance of the Church. I am not saying I am holier than thou... or that I am above everyone else... I'm just saying that no matter how bad people think Catholic teachings are, in my life, I know that it helped me to be a better person. I needed the guidance, and without it, I know, that I will fall into the deepest recesses of losing myself. I have read philosophy books and non-Catholic teachings and there were good ones really, but I had my pick. I respect other people's opinions and I learn a lot from them. I try not to have biases since I do know how important a person's belief is, specially in spiritual matters.

What I said in my dream... it was actually a scary challenge. But I read a blog by Bo Sanchez, where he said "God is your number 1 fan!" Preachy and kind of corny isn't it? Godly matters are considered outdated nowadays... but I can't help but want to believe it. May it be true or not, I want to believe it. People may see me as delusional or not practical... but it's the way I want to live. I want my life to be worth God's while. It already is... And it is my duty to stand tall and shine my light... hopefully, a reflection of God's image. The good God not distorted by other people's opinion... but my own opinion of who He is... my own knowledge of Him that I gathered as I journeyed in my life. :)

On a lighter and very different note:
Played with my cam again one Sunday morning while I was studying. ^__^... I also took the liberty of applying and trying out make-up on myself since I do get out a lot lately. Haha...just woke up happy that day, that's all! ^__^


I just illustrated my opinions on how I express my thoughts :D

Fork road...

I read something today. Something that made my resolution strong. I know that God is with me on this.

I know I am alone in my innermost dream and that there is only God that I could rely on.... but there are times when I just wish that there will be people I could somehow trust with my thoughts, my plans, and aspirations. I used to be a daredevil, an adventurous individual... not caring about what other people say so long as I don't hurt them or step on them, but I think I lost myself on the way. I need to reconnect with my old self, that brave one who could face the unknown fearlessly.

I am in the middle of confusion... I got trapped in temporary glory that is fleeting and I try to fan the flames in futility. Now, seeing the hopelessness of it all, I am lost. Who am I?



Dreamer? Do I dare call myself that?. . . . what are my dreams now? I lost it... or was I a coward not to walk my way to it? Since it's a very big dream really.... It could blow anyone's mind... but it is the desire I have that kept me alive... I just hope I won't let go!

Superhero? I want to make a big difference to the world really. . . but why is it that I only hurt people... though unknowingly and unintentionally, my presence only creates pain to them.

I used to be all this, but I realized something scary about me.... I AM A COWARD!... I allowed myself to be trapped in this web of fears. I used to live freely, laugh joyfully, challenge myself to get out of the comfort zone.... what happened?

I became attached to the mediocrity of my surroundings. I became too comfortable with just being silent in the background. I withdrew from pressures and became mediocre. THIS IS NOT ME! My enemy is nobody else but myself! If only I could punch myself in the face!

Anyhow... I am slowly creating a door of new adventures for myself. I am a bit sad to be leaving people behind again. But that is life. People are there for you for a reason if they do not join you in your progress, then they are not meant to stay in your path... sad isn't it? Specially when you hold them dear...

Anyhow, I worked on this poster for my company