The Fight
I've been feeling lost and frustrated lately. Don't tell anyone.
Anyhow, I found myself scribbling (in my ever-endearing/digusting handwriting) the following phrase on a piece of note paper on my desk the other day:
SCRAWL. Fantastic penmanship, I know.
I hardly resort to scribbling on pieces of paper just to voice my thoughts. But I found myself in such a slump by the end of last week, I guess like a cancer, my foul mood just slowly soaked my whole being until my thoughts were festering, begging to be released.
I suppose another factor would have to be my fatigue, physically and mentally. Yup, I'm drained. Never felt this tired since I left BusinessWorld almost two years ago. Aside from working on my part-time gigs, other people's problems also seem to weigh oin my mind.
(Yet another would be the book I am currently reading: World War Z. I suppose the images of humans fighting for their very survival against hordes of undead ghouls could get quite depressing. But don't get me wrong, it's an absolutely fun book. I'm 1/4 done, I should finish the book by mid-next month? I hope.)
Now back to what I wrote. I guess what I'm trying to say is that another facet to happiness is working toward it. Fighting for it. Self-determination, as my sister Sarah would say. And yes, despite enjoying That Thing Called Tadhana very much (define hugot, define me 95% of the time) I think people leave too much of living to chance.
Actually, following a recent personal event (not the movie), I've been thinking a lot. Maybe, just maybe, things could be better if we were brave--and honest!--enough to fight for our own hopes and dreams, so that someday, we can fight for others'. Instead of just, I dunno, fighting.
I turned 24 last March 4. It's already been four years since I graduated from UP, and for four years already I've been trying to build my life, with varying success. And quite increasingly, I'm realizing how much of life is shaped by what you do and what you don't do. Life isn't perfect, never will be, but as the cliche goes, life is what you make it.
I just hope whatever part of life you find yourself in, you get to make it the best for yourself and for others.
Anyhow, I found myself scribbling (in my ever-endearing/digusting handwriting) the following phrase on a piece of note paper on my desk the other day:
SCRAWL. Fantastic penmanship, I know.
I hardly resort to scribbling on pieces of paper just to voice my thoughts. But I found myself in such a slump by the end of last week, I guess like a cancer, my foul mood just slowly soaked my whole being until my thoughts were festering, begging to be released.
I suppose another factor would have to be my fatigue, physically and mentally. Yup, I'm drained. Never felt this tired since I left BusinessWorld almost two years ago. Aside from working on my part-time gigs, other people's problems also seem to weigh oin my mind.
(Yet another would be the book I am currently reading: World War Z. I suppose the images of humans fighting for their very survival against hordes of undead ghouls could get quite depressing. But don't get me wrong, it's an absolutely fun book. I'm 1/4 done, I should finish the book by mid-next month? I hope.)
Now back to what I wrote. I guess what I'm trying to say is that another facet to happiness is working toward it. Fighting for it. Self-determination, as my sister Sarah would say. And yes, despite enjoying That Thing Called Tadhana very much (define hugot, define me 95% of the time) I think people leave too much of living to chance.
Actually, following a recent personal event (not the movie), I've been thinking a lot. Maybe, just maybe, things could be better if we were brave--and honest!--enough to fight for our own hopes and dreams, so that someday, we can fight for others'. Instead of just, I dunno, fighting.
I turned 24 last March 4. It's already been four years since I graduated from UP, and for four years already I've been trying to build my life, with varying success. And quite increasingly, I'm realizing how much of life is shaped by what you do and what you don't do. Life isn't perfect, never will be, but as the cliche goes, life is what you make it.
I just hope whatever part of life you find yourself in, you get to make it the best for yourself and for others.