The Big C

Life,  oh life. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. We find ourselves up and the next minute we’re down. We have the liberty to choose to go left or to go right. We are capable to go in or go out. We have the ability to step forward or to step backward. We can say yes and we can say no.

Life consists of choices.

Let’s go to the nitty-gritty of life. From waking up in the morning, we have a choice to get up when the alarm goes off or press the snooze button and take that extra 5 minutes of sleep. To going to bed at night, we have the choice to sleep early or stay up late to watch some TV or do extra work.

It's all about choice.

I hear people complain everyday how their lives have been, how it’s working against them, how luck seems to neglect them. It can go on and on and on till there is no possible adjective, noun, verb left in the English grammar to describe the blubber for their value of existence.

Everyone goes through it.

Life is like a marathon. We are trained to face the route. Some are farther than the others, but we strive to learn and endure the track. We set our mind to the goal that we want to achieve. We store energy to keep us moving, hydrating our soul and our heart to pursue the aspirations. We condition our mind to conquer the distance, constantly convincing ourselves that we can survive and defeat the length. We stumble and sometimes we fall, bruising and scraping our ego in the process, but we get up and compose ourselves. We get back to the race, we learn from the run and we finish.

It’s simply a matter of choosing to go forward.

There is no right and wrong choices, but there are good and bad ones. Whether you like the choices or not, to resolve such quandary, you have to pick one and eventually walk the steps of life.

Point me to someone who hasn’t made a bad choice in their life and I will go shake their hand and smack them on the head to wake them up in their world of pretend. We have all gone through it. But we also have the choice to rise up from the adversity, glue the broken pieces together and go on.

No one said that life is easy. No one said that we don’t have to make a choice. No one said that all choices lead to happy endings. It’s not about being negative. It’s about accepting the inevitable that no one can truly obtain a perfect decision, but we can achieve a sensible one.

We hate choices but we still do things that lead us to it. We try to avoid it, procrastinate as much as we can, but somehow it will continue to pull us in that direction.

We make choices based on logic and sometimes we make choices based on emotions. Either way, such outcome will bring us closer to what our purpose in life would be. We can reason all we want, we can analyze over and over again... in the end, the choices we make are the one that will shape our being.

Life will keep on throwing questions at you, questions that may hinder you to gaze on the positive and heave you to a stagnant state. You can choose to be lethargic or you can choose to be vigorous.

In conclusion, making choices means taking risks. Keep on moving with flexibility in hand and the patience in your heart that no matter wherever your decision takes you, it will eventually lead you to the course you need to be. To a place that you deservedly belong.

Break away from your comfort zone and explore other possibilities life can offer. 

For as long as we are living..

time will keep on moving... 

and choices will keep on coming.

~A 

Coffee, Tea... or Me?

In a world where people are idealistic about relationships, how far will one go to have a momentary happiness in a complicated world?

We can be in a simple relationship but still find ways to make it complicated. Maybe it's in our genes or maybe it was designed to be that way. Or maybe we are born masochist to our own pleasure of hurting ourselves> for the thrill of love.

On one boring night talking on the phone with my bestfriend and how he narrates the premiere opening of his love dilemma of the century, I wondered. Why do we always fall hard on unfamiliar territory, like a moth to a flame. It's like its pulling you closer to an oblivious state of mind.

Unfortunate enough, I am the pile of boxes of his many fallen relationships. My hopes to lessen the boxes of ambiguities and vagueness, for my sake, is still hanging by a thread. As I listen intently for what could be another predictable story, I start to marvel on his words.

"Was it right to enter in a complicated relationship?"

I circled the question for the hundredth time in my head trying to muster the right lie to satisfy his hungry rationality. Where does complication really fall? Is it on the situation or the person? Or maybe it works hand in hand. There's no right answer for it. Even a lie couldn't convince that urge.

To what extent do we really bend for an almost perfect relationship? Yes, it's hard to be in partnership with an erratic profession. As one takes flight, the other must adjust. Not to mention the excess baggage that hasn't been checked-in.

Sacrifices are part of the emotional investment we are willing to capitalize on. Risk is part of the unfamiliar and uncertainty. Trust is the asset. But what happens when it becomes a liability? A liability that gets you closer to a loss than a profit.

Will it be the coffee, the tea… or you?

Are you strong enough to be in a dark, hot but temporary enticing aroma which eventually leads to a cold blunt tasting predicament that stains? Are you stable enough to be in a comfortable, refreshing, relaxing but eventually leads to dehydrate the emotions? Or would you rather have a connection with the inner soul in you first, that gives essence to security?

Complications are only complicated because we make them. You can make your own coffee and be content with it. You can make your own tea and make it sweeter. You can make your own you and erase all the complexity.

I am no expert. I am no master. I am but a student in this thing called "the love race." 

I have tried the coffee.. 

I have taken the tea.. 

Lesson learned, everything should start with me.

~A