For this week, I won’t be uploading my usual #TEDTalkTuesday post.
Yeah, yeah. I personally don’t feel good about this; I am striving to build a habit and taking a break from doing it might cause me to actually ditch the whole thing and all (for the lack of ‘self-fulfillment’). But to be totally honest, I don’t want to post something half-baked and half-hearted in here. I want to absorb what I watch and listen to. And right now, I don’t have the luxury of time to do so. Also, I want to publish here only those pieces that I’d be proud to share publicly (may this be only a personal and amateur blog).
So… that’s that.
In other news, I’d try to post something in my other blog one of these days! (And this part shall have a link to it when I get to post it) 😛
Ah, it’s that time of the year again! It’s a season full of renewed hopes and fresh perspectives. And from here, we’ll be venturing into an uncharted dimension of time and space called 2016. Feel it yet?
I bet most of us have envisioned new things for ourselves this new year. We aim to be better than our 2015 selves, and we give nothing less than the most optimistic views as the first day of the year unfolds. But it is undeniable that sooner or later, for most of us, those visions will just stay that way; imaginable but intangible.
Cliche as it may be, we’re the problem. And nope, we’re not short of confidence or resources, nor we lack in any ambition or sight. It’s just that we don’t act.
As I gazed at the moon just now (a couple of minutes before I started writing this, yes!), I was overwhelmed with this recognition: The very hands which created this majestic heavenly body is the same pair of hands which knitted every fiber of my being.
I so easily get caught in a trance whenever I see His glorious artworks: the ocean, the trees, the birds, the moon… anything natural! Seriously, who wouldn’t? We are so appreciative of the organic structure of things, of the imperfections of angles, lines, and curves which make things even more appealing to our senses. But it is very seldom for me to appreciate people’s physical beauty, especially my own. And somehow, I realized that’s unfair to God. Read More
I’ve always been a nostalgic person. But the way how I look back now isn’t the same with how I looked back in my B.C. (yes, I am pertaining to my “before Christ” era) years.
Before I met Him, I liked revisiting and staying in my past. I strived to look forward everyday, but the pull of my memories and my longing to relive them is stronger than my hope for the future. Whenever I felt happy or excited, I always thought that that is going to be the “peak of my existence”. Immature thinking, I know. But that’s how I truly felt. So I tried to hold on to my experiences, exerting much effort not to taint my memories with new ones. I always feared that new things might just disappoint me.
But of course, He can’t bear to leave me like that. Read More