This is my way of not crossing the thin line of sanity and insanity. This is me. Words, even though at times or rather most of the times don't come easy, they are my friends. So just bear with me. You're free to read but you aren't free to judge. And I ...
I am free to dance again!
Life Is Change.Growth Is Optional. Change is Inevitable
remember when I was a toddler, every time i receive this praise phrase i
was very very happy. Being good is a nice feeling and the addition of
VERY makes the adjective good, way more pleasing. Then I found out that
there is better. That better is way way more than just good. And it
didn't end there, you are still not on top if you are just better and
not the best.
never let it rest
until the good becomes better
and better becomes the BEST.
am afraid to be called the bad one. All my life, I tried to be a good
person, a good daughter, a good friend, a good sister, a good neighbor, a
good student. I always strive to be good and I mean not just good but
the best in everything I do, in everywhere I am. But life never failed
to teach me that I could not please everyone. That no matter what, life
will always have two faces, because after all, nobody is PERFECT.
I began asking myself, Is it really worth it being good when I know
that there would always be people who will think I'm bad? Yeah, and
sometimes I do belong to that. Admittedly, sometimes or perhaps more
often, people tend to be judgmental and I am included in that list of
people. There was a point when I always compare myself to other people,
to those around me and I end up, always I end up finding flaws in other
people and lifting up my own chair just to boost me, to cover the
up is never easy. Never easy. But fortunately, I have or I believe,
life has taught me golden lessons. First, never compare myself with
other. My greatest competition is myself. As the words of desiderata
said "there would always be a greater and a lesser person than I am. I
am humbled seeing people on the street, homeless and pennyless because I
know somehow even if I consider myself poor, I still have house to
live. Whenever I see rich people, I shouldn't envy recalling those
people in the street, I still feel fortunate. At times, I will feel big
and at times I will feel small. Be good in myself, be better than myself
and be the best I can be. That the greatest thing is to remain humble in prosperity and keeping one's feet on the ground.
I do not have the right to judge others. It's a shame. When you judged
as much as you don't want to be judged. At this point in my life, I
figure out that each person I met or even I walked pass by have
different stories, unique in every way. When I thought that my life
story is great, I should never forget that other people think their life
stories too are great. Each one of us have different threshold of
happiness, pain, joy, sorrows, success and failure. I learned that
before I get irritated with the woman who stepped on my foot in the MRT,
I should consider that perhaps she is in a hurry due to a life and
death situation. That at any point in time, I could be the one who
stepped on someone's foot too. I learned a lot. I grew a lot. And I say,
the golden rule "do not do unto others what you do not want others do
unto you" is really applicable in life if we just...
Third, never complain. Simply never complain instead count my blessings.
Yeah, the tendency is at the hardest times in our lives, we always ask
"Why me?". But I discovered that I have been more than blessed to
complain at the few times I was down. It's a shame again. So now, before
my mind cry out loud complains at tough times, Im diverting it to
those times I feel surreal, those times I feel very blessed. I did not
complain when my father died during my last year in college even when I
know that was his very dream to see his precious child with a college
diploma, yes I was sad and asking but I never complained because I
wouldnt have been in that 5th year of college if I wasnt blessed with
scholarship, with generous people. Never complain, instead I counted my
everything has to serve a purpose. Just as pigs are raised just to have
pork meat to eat. I recalled when I was 5 or 6, I cried when our hog
was slaughtered for the fiesta and remembered asking my grandfather "why
do we have to feed them when in the end we'd kill them" to which he
smilingly replied "that served its purpose". Yes, everything has a
purpose and everything that happened or is happening got to serve a
purpose. It could be the purpose of what has been done before or there
could be something more in that.All I believe is that in all I've been
going through in the 23 years of my existence has its own purpose. The
same as John 3:16, for God so love the world that He gave us His only
son. Why would HE give His only begotten son? For us, because He loves
I cannot please everyone. So why do I go on being good knowing I could
not please everyone? Simply because I only want to please SOMEONE. That
someone who makes me someone too. The back end of my existence. I am
SOMEone because of this SOMEONE and it's HIM I want to please so I keep
doing GOOD, strive to be BETTER than who I am and hoping to be the BEST
that I can be. IN HIS TIME not mine. IN HIS WAYS not mine.
I didn't not say lastly because, life still goes on, yeah, for me because I LIVE.