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Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Why You Don't Have What You Want
This is for the ones who are constantly searching for answers, to the ones who don’t understand why they don’t have what they want, to those who can say that I’ve done everything I could, to those who can’t wait anymore.
Don’t rush.
When it comes to the pursuit of anything, be patient. Wait.
You know why you don’t have what you want yet? Because you’re not ready for it. The truth of the matter is you wouldn’t know what to do with it nor know how to handle it. Think about it. Think about the moments in your life where you got what you wanted prematurely. When you rushed into something you knew weren’t ready for.
Sure, one can argue that rushing into what you’re not ready for is also a blessing in disguise. You’re forced to leave your comfort zone and through navigating your way through it do you gain experiences you never would’ve if you didn’t hit the ground running.
But that’s a completely different situation, this is isn’t the kind of pursuit I’m talking about here.
Truly great things take time.
Whether it be a relationship, an opportunity, a business, a job, a big break, or whatever it is you’re pursuing.
Stop complaining about waiting and do something about it instead.
Use that time to learn what you have to, use that time to prepare for what you want, because one day you’ll get what it is you’re pursuing.
You’ll get it when you’re ready for it. When you’ve gone through what you have to so that when you get it, you know how to keep it.
Trust that the difficulties and the hurdles are there for a reason, they’re not there to keep you from what you want but to make sure that only those who really want it get it, and get to keep it.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
WHEREVER, WHENEVER, AND WHOEVER YOU ARE
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Dear you,
I was listening to Coldplay a while ago and I suddenly remembered the first time I met you. It was in one of my dreams and in it I was walking down a corridor towards a staircase that led to a huge wooden double door. When I pushed the doors open, I found myself outdoors, in the middle of a large crowd of people who were waving their hands high above their heads and singing along to a familiar song. There were bright lights coming from a stage, and I think I could even see fireworks from afar. And there you were, in the middle of the crowd, and you looked at me. Somehow, even though I couldn’t see your face clearly, I knew it was you.
I’ve never forgotten that dream. Not after all these years.
As time passed, I met different boys whom I believed to be you. One was a lover of music and had a strange sense of humor, one was tall and conventionally romantic. There were moments when I would find myself amidst fireworks or songs I loved, in the middle of a large crowd under the night sky, and I would look around, hoping to see you. But I never did.
I’m probably getting my dream all mixed up, though. What if it wasn’t outdoors, but indoors? What if there wasn’t really a large crowd, or music, or fireworks? It’s been too long. All I’m sure of is the night sky, some lights, and you. Have I already met you? Are you still there, or have you been around all this time? What if we had our chance and missed it, or what if we made a mess?
Maybe we don’t even like the same things, or maybe we do. After all, I don’t think I can end up with someone who doesn’t read or share at least some things and dreams in common with me. You might like Harry Potter, but you probably also read Stephen King and Palahniuk. Maybe you’re a football man to my basketball girl. Or you listen to Phoenix and The Kooks but you don’t like U2 or Nat King Cole, like the Eraserheads but not Coldplay (really? I mean, why not?), prefer Nickelodeon to Disney, want to visit South America instead of Europe, and so on. Little things, easy compromises. As long as our fundamental values are similar, it’s all good.
Besides, it’s really always been the words, the affinity for language and its use in conveying things that need to be said. But at the same time, it’s also always been the silence in between. It’s the same silence that passed between us when you looked at me for the very first time.
Know, however, that I wait for you in the heart of the suburbs, in between shelves in bookstores, in the middle of a concert crowd, among the linen sheets and pillows in hotel beds, in corridors between classrooms. Your timing isn’t exactly wonderful, I understand that now. But I’ll wait for you anyway. I hope you’ll forgive me, you know what for. Know, my dear, that I love you now, always have and always will. I loved you in those whom I loved, and I love you in the wind that passes from here to where you are. I love you in your absence and I will love you in your presence.
Someday, someday. I’ve seen too many 80′s movies and read too many books, and maybe I’m a little in over my head. But hope springs eternal.
Love,
Me
Dear you,
I was listening to Coldplay a while ago and I suddenly remembered the first time I met you. It was in one of my dreams and in it I was walking down a corridor towards a staircase that led to a huge wooden double door. When I pushed the doors open, I found myself outdoors, in the middle of a large crowd of people who were waving their hands high above their heads and singing along to a familiar song. There were bright lights coming from a stage, and I think I could even see fireworks from afar. And there you were, in the middle of the crowd, and you looked at me. Somehow, even though I couldn’t see your face clearly, I knew it was you.
I’ve never forgotten that dream. Not after all these years.
As time passed, I met different boys whom I believed to be you. One was a lover of music and had a strange sense of humor, one was tall and conventionally romantic. There were moments when I would find myself amidst fireworks or songs I loved, in the middle of a large crowd under the night sky, and I would look around, hoping to see you. But I never did.
I’m probably getting my dream all mixed up, though. What if it wasn’t outdoors, but indoors? What if there wasn’t really a large crowd, or music, or fireworks? It’s been too long. All I’m sure of is the night sky, some lights, and you. Have I already met you? Are you still there, or have you been around all this time? What if we had our chance and missed it, or what if we made a mess?
Maybe we don’t even like the same things, or maybe we do. After all, I don’t think I can end up with someone who doesn’t read or share at least some things and dreams in common with me. You might like Harry Potter, but you probably also read Stephen King and Palahniuk. Maybe you’re a football man to my basketball girl. Or you listen to Phoenix and The Kooks but you don’t like U2 or Nat King Cole, like the Eraserheads but not Coldplay (really? I mean, why not?), prefer Nickelodeon to Disney, want to visit South America instead of Europe, and so on. Little things, easy compromises. As long as our fundamental values are similar, it’s all good.
Besides, it’s really always been the words, the affinity for language and its use in conveying things that need to be said. But at the same time, it’s also always been the silence in between. It’s the same silence that passed between us when you looked at me for the very first time.
Know, however, that I wait for you in the heart of the suburbs, in between shelves in bookstores, in the middle of a concert crowd, among the linen sheets and pillows in hotel beds, in corridors between classrooms. Your timing isn’t exactly wonderful, I understand that now. But I’ll wait for you anyway. I hope you’ll forgive me, you know what for. Know, my dear, that I love you now, always have and always will. I loved you in those whom I loved, and I love you in the wind that passes from here to where you are. I love you in your absence and I will love you in your presence.
Someday, someday. I’ve seen too many 80′s movies and read too many books, and maybe I’m a little in over my head. But hope springs eternal.
Love,
Me
Monday, September 16, 2013
hello blog
Good to be back writing again. How time flies so fast. I have this thing where I stop writing every time I go through an emotional upheaval of some kind. It's a terrible habit actually because I have been wishing for a special circle in hell reserved for people who take perfectly good web addresses and never use them. And duh, congestion.
To say that I haven't been adjusting as well as I like is a bit of an understatement. I think I've been depressed. Self-diagnosed, of course so it's very likely that I'm making mountains out of molehills, but at the same time there's no denying the almost-weekly crying jags, and the overwhelming feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness. It sounds trite, but I don't think anybody really understands how completely lost I felt.
I wouldn't want anybody to. It's a horrible way to feel.
Twitter has pretty much destroyed me for stuff that goes beyond 140 characters so if I were to be totally and completely honest, the main idea of blogging again is for me to get back into the writing groove. I study communication arts, after all.
Writing again after a long time of not being able to do so has always been something more to me than just the result of filling up an old one journal. It's such a hopeful gesture because it's more than just turning to a fresh page - it's having the courage to get a fresh start and let go of feelings and memories that keep you from moving on to what should be a new and exciting period of your life.
My name is Isay.
This is my fresh start.
To say that I haven't been adjusting as well as I like is a bit of an understatement. I think I've been depressed. Self-diagnosed, of course so it's very likely that I'm making mountains out of molehills, but at the same time there's no denying the almost-weekly crying jags, and the overwhelming feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness. It sounds trite, but I don't think anybody really understands how completely lost I felt.
I wouldn't want anybody to. It's a horrible way to feel.
Twitter has pretty much destroyed me for stuff that goes beyond 140 characters so if I were to be totally and completely honest, the main idea of blogging again is for me to get back into the writing groove. I study communication arts, after all.
Writing again after a long time of not being able to do so has always been something more to me than just the result of filling up an old one journal. It's such a hopeful gesture because it's more than just turning to a fresh page - it's having the courage to get a fresh start and let go of feelings and memories that keep you from moving on to what should be a new and exciting period of your life.
My name is Isay.
This is my fresh start.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Happy 2011!
Happy New Year Everyone!
Happy 2011!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Finding Euphoria
How I wish I could bring back that moment where I was very happy. Not just the typical happy-happy you get in an ordinary day, but ---I was in euphoria.
Every inch and angle of my day was exactly how I wanted it to happen. Even more than I expected it to be. Not even a single glitch can make me irate, nor can it wreck my day. I want to feel it again, that sweet taste of being for once, the happiest person alive.
I know my moment of euphoria shall come once more. And life will be sweeter if it’ll come sooner than I expected it to come :)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Losing Grip
What if a person is too preoccupied anticipating for the near future, looking forward to the wonderful conditions authority has prepared him/her to encompass. What if the person stands with full certainty that what matters most right now is the road ahead ---and he/she cannot wait. What if unknown circumstances lead the whole output to a completely different path. All because the person was too preoccupied anticipating and anticipating and anticipating. All the same, has neglected to treasure and enjoy special moments left unnoticed due to too much absorption of what is wanted.
When the long awaited arrangement marked its point of inflow, it succeeded. However, has lost the foremost essence and reason why it even began.
Like superstars, neglecting the people that made them possible.
Like constructing a building, without its blueprint.
And what has it bring about? Disappointment? Regret?
Isay, Please. Wake up. You do not live in a world of fantasy where you make things the way you want them to be. Maybe you are taking things TOO lightly not knowing that something/someone just came along the way, and what was once dear to you unexpectedly fades. Not only for an hour, days, or weeks, but forever.
In this fast-paced world we live in, there’s no more space for shoulda, woulda and coulda’s…
When the long awaited arrangement marked its point of inflow, it succeeded. However, has lost the foremost essence and reason why it even began.
Like superstars, neglecting the people that made them possible.
Like constructing a building, without its blueprint.
And what has it bring about? Disappointment? Regret?
Isay, Please. Wake up. You do not live in a world of fantasy where you make things the way you want them to be. Maybe you are taking things TOO lightly not knowing that something/someone just came along the way, and what was once dear to you unexpectedly fades. Not only for an hour, days, or weeks, but forever.
In this fast-paced world we live in, there’s no more space for shoulda, woulda and coulda’s…
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