Wednesday, October 21, 2009

To lose yourself (retrospect)

I once told myself that I surround myself with respectable people, whom I love and respect as well. Yet thinking things over, the road I’ve followed and the people I’ve welcomed and allowed to have great influence over me are really not nor should not be at the plane of high respect I’ve placed them in. Somewhere down the line, my world of absolution and cleanliness converged with this world of sin and mis-perception and deceit. There was never really a presence of delineation between these two worlds; it was a matter of recognizing that this ‘other’ world was masked by my selective and idealistic eyes. I stood upon this world all along, but I only showed myself the specific things I wanted to see.

Now, this hasn’t always been the case. I am no fool to the darkness of reality. I know there exists flaws and inconsistencies, and to some degree I’ve accepted that. I’ve even allowed, at times, to submerge myself into the dark. Still, I’m impressed with guilt as I continually realize and pain over the fact that I know whatever I’m doing is immoral and wrong. None of us are perfect, true. But we shouldn’t hinder ourselves from striving to be the best ‘us.’ I shouldn’t be resisting my urges to reject sin and immorality.

Then I question, What constitutes the ‘best’ of somebody? What shapes somebody’s idea of their best self? Is it their morals and values?

Starting from the beginning, having moral support from friends and family, I believe, are crucial entities in becoming who I want to become, the best ‘me’. But if I surround myself with people who I do not necessarily share the same morals with, what do I do? Do I drop these people, despite the fact that I love and care for them very much? Being surrounded by them, I’m more evidently exposed to sin and immoral doings are much more prevalent and accessible. Do these people, who I believe are some of my closest friends, actually know my personal beliefs, most especially, my religious beliefs? Yes, I am not the best Christian-Catholic, but I still deeply respect my religion and love God. I have nothing against Him ..while they seem to do.

But then I stop and think: how rational would it be for me to drop these people out of my lives? To suddenly say, “hey, you’re a bad influence. We must discontinue our friendship.” Its ridiculous and very much so irrational. Though at times, their immoral behavior can get the best of my judgment, I realize that their actions and decisions should not dictate my friendship with that person. If that person treats me right, respects me, cares for me, and loves me, then there is no reason to drop the friendship. Ultimately, its about the quality of that friend. And these people are amazing friends to me and have been faithful all along. Thus, I’ve concluded I need to simply expand my groups of friends, find that moral support I need to succeed and achieve the best ‘me’. Otherwise, I can only expect to continue down the road I’m in and not see any improvement in myself.

But doing such a thing takes effort and time -two things I definitely am already lacking in. And I know, I’m going to lose myself a little bit more before I ever grow stronger and gain a greater sense of self.

The way I see it, life has a main highway that directly leads to the “destination”, and along this highway exists many roads that branch off of it. Usually, people never follow down the main highway -they make pit stops at other roads, or take multiple detours. They find themselves back onto that main road at the most random times, but never stay for too long. Next thing they know, they find themselves lost. Typically lost for long periods of time, too. And that’s where I am. I’m lost, I have a destination in mind, but I don’t have directions. And it will take me detours and pit stops and whatever else to finally find my way back to that main highway. And I am convicted in the belief that I will get to my destination one day. And that may not be today or tomorrow, or in a week, or even in a year, but I know I’ll get there.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Wryd v. Fate

Its an interesting concept. I'll explain more later; got to finish my Beowulf Journal! :)

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

She Didn't Know

Though the season retired, the heat sufficed

Hell had never felt so hot.

Overwhelmed and challenged

She faced a fretful Fall

Time was her adversary

She was standing on the edge, on the brinks of Hell

Its lingering fumes intoxicating this girl’s charms…

Her confidence breached, her inadequacy stressed,

her mind tested — She: an emotional mess.

Hell was a collection of papers mounted atop 4 years of secondary education

Every letter, every number, every choice materialized into her final condemnation

Questions of self-adequacy formed into prompts

Alas, Judgment Day had finally dawned

Her savior: a statement of self-worthiness

O, how she underestimated the College process.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Thats life for you

I've grown exponentially these past two years. I wish I could say "for the better" but then I would be lying. And I've done enough lying as it is. To predict whether I'm going to be who I've always wanted to be is wholly subjective; I'm not in any position to know what the future holds. To claim that how I'm growing is "right" or "wrong" would be just as preposterous as it is foolish; nonetheless, I'm growing.

The friendships I've had - especially those that were filled with potential and promise - are now decaying memories. Whether it was for the better or for the worse, I wouldn't be able to say. If there are any flaws of mine that would hinder such promising friendships, it would be my pride and lack of effort in maintaining friendships. And to any I have done wrong, I'm sorry.

When I put things in retrospect: in life, you lose some to gain others. I can say that though I've lost some of the best friendships, I've gained even more beautiful ones. The people I've surrounded myself with are people of respect and whom I respect and love.

Essentially, that's life for you — you'll have endured many seasons, gained a lifetime of memories, and in the end, you'll be surrounded by the people you were always meant to be with.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Sometimes

Sometimes, I loathe acting like I’m in some kind of relationship with you; that I’m yours, and you’re mine. Sometimes, I hate when you constantly check up on me, calling me every few hours. Sometimes, I despise my association with you — I’m independent me; I’m not your girl, you’re not my guy. Sometimes, I am so irritated by you when you talk too much and so I reply with attitude.

Sometimes, I simply enjoy being with you and acting like I’m in a relationship. Sometimes, I like that you constantly check up on me and call me; it makes me feel - know - that somebody, that you, care about me enough to keep calling back for more. Sometimes, I like being associated with you; you being my baby, I being your girl. Sometimes, I know I irritate you with my unpredictable moodswings and difficult attitude that I’m so impressed by your persistent handling of me - fully knowing that nobody else would put up with me.

And sometimes, I wish I could put aside my philosophies and fears, and just become a “something”, your “something”.

Then sometimes, I look at you and then I look at me, and I clearly see exactly why we aren’t completely compatible.

And sometimes, I just want to feel again - feel something real and true and genuine, something deep - and actualize it by labels, in order to secure this idea of “us”.

When at these “sometimes” I comprehend something’s and remember other things, only to return to my philosophies, collide with reality, and realize that I’m not in it for you, I’m in it for me.