Pieces of heaven come into being
With the light of your eyes
The shade of your lips
And thunderous cackles
The faraway land seems not too distant
Only likened to the blue horizon
Always there unperturbed
Linked in the entire universe
Whenever I may feel feeble
Hurting or downtrodden
I can still look up to heaven
Under the same moon I say
Come let's be one again
And kiss like forever's gone
Breathe your tenderness
Be soaked in mutual love
For this is my solemn vow
Every pray'r I send to you
Every heartbeat I give you
Every moment I live for you
AD78
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The Power of Goodbye
Many of us have been through a series of goodbyes and hellos in our lives. That which tells us when a door closes, a tiny window opens.Whatever life takes us, we just have to go with the flow.
People have differing opinions on how to deal with life's struggles. Just this afternoon, I chanced upon a compilation of sorts of uplifting emails by a Filipino writer, excerpted from Bill Gates article, "Life's never fair. Learn to live with it."
Indeed.
I have seen it. I have felt it. I am a living testament of such. More so with my family.
As we have carefully wrapped up the commemoration of my brother's second death anniversary in the last week of August, his actual passing date Aug 31st, but we have had a requiem mass held in their honor last Sept 19, 2010, I can't help but feel bad and sad.
Thinking about his death, would always mean a heart-wrenching pain unequal in its intensity and depth. Aside from the gruesomeness and the macabre associated with it, and excuse me for sparing you the details since his murder case is still being heard at our local judicial circuit, it is doubly painful to reminisce that God had called him soon after we have lost our father in his fight with the Big C (and I was fortunate enough to share his last 9 days with him just as I resigned from my Qatar ordeal).
Sometimes, we can't help but question our faith. It is but human to seek for answers; for we have been created to be inquisitive and learn about the world with which we live in. Yet, how can we ask for an answer when God doesn't answer us back?
You know, as my mother had impressed upon me, God may not give a sure YES in every prayer. He may even answer it with a NO.
Worse, you may feel He has turned his back on you. You know why, it's because He wants you to be carried by Him and ride via piggy-back. That's when you feel solace, because He can only be the answer to your problems.
So whenever I reminisce our painful existence, I always feel a tug in my guts. Not because I am angry at Him, but because I feel their transcendence.
Their death is a stirring reminder of who I am. A significant factor for what I can be. A powerful memento to what I ought to be.
And as I venture again into a new chapter in my professional life, I too, shall leave and be called upon again to serve.
It is my duty to be of service to my countrymen. It is my duty to serve my fellow people, irrespective of social class, economic stature or even physical attributes.
This is what they have shown me all throughout their lives.
And as I say goodbye to the people whom I have come across with, whom I have called as my professional family, I am filled with the spirit that I left a mark of genuine service they can emulate and be proud of.
This is my goodbye. This is my hello. AD78
People have differing opinions on how to deal with life's struggles. Just this afternoon, I chanced upon a compilation of sorts of uplifting emails by a Filipino writer, excerpted from Bill Gates article, "Life's never fair. Learn to live with it."
Indeed.
I have seen it. I have felt it. I am a living testament of such. More so with my family.
As we have carefully wrapped up the commemoration of my brother's second death anniversary in the last week of August, his actual passing date Aug 31st, but we have had a requiem mass held in their honor last Sept 19, 2010, I can't help but feel bad and sad.
Thinking about his death, would always mean a heart-wrenching pain unequal in its intensity and depth. Aside from the gruesomeness and the macabre associated with it, and excuse me for sparing you the details since his murder case is still being heard at our local judicial circuit, it is doubly painful to reminisce that God had called him soon after we have lost our father in his fight with the Big C (and I was fortunate enough to share his last 9 days with him just as I resigned from my Qatar ordeal).
Sometimes, we can't help but question our faith. It is but human to seek for answers; for we have been created to be inquisitive and learn about the world with which we live in. Yet, how can we ask for an answer when God doesn't answer us back?
You know, as my mother had impressed upon me, God may not give a sure YES in every prayer. He may even answer it with a NO.
Worse, you may feel He has turned his back on you. You know why, it's because He wants you to be carried by Him and ride via piggy-back. That's when you feel solace, because He can only be the answer to your problems.
So whenever I reminisce our painful existence, I always feel a tug in my guts. Not because I am angry at Him, but because I feel their transcendence.
Their death is a stirring reminder of who I am. A significant factor for what I can be. A powerful memento to what I ought to be.
And as I venture again into a new chapter in my professional life, I too, shall leave and be called upon again to serve.
It is my duty to be of service to my countrymen. It is my duty to serve my fellow people, irrespective of social class, economic stature or even physical attributes.
This is what they have shown me all throughout their lives.
And as I say goodbye to the people whom I have come across with, whom I have called as my professional family, I am filled with the spirit that I left a mark of genuine service they can emulate and be proud of.
This is my goodbye. This is my hello. AD78
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Rebirth
There's nothing more uplifting that to express your random thoughts and feelings into one coherent language - that of the written type!
I am still in a fit of frustration over the whole damn thing...
Sometimes, I blame Dr. Phil and Oprah for their self-help books and recommendations coz some people just won't bother to change at all!
Here I go again, pitting my little ideals against established institutions!
Will it be wrong to expect something good in return for a job well done?
Nopes would definitely one of your answers but then again, it depends on which company you're working for.
Mine, is perhaps one of the most critical and hypocritical of all. After all the literal blood, sweat and tears you've put under extreme duress to deliver the difference you still come short of expectations. Despite the 'Lowelian' touch of excellence that I've put in ever small effort I make. I still get a remark for falling short of expectations.
That blew it! Simple words but made a lot of psychological impact...
I had no recourse but to wield my thoughts and transform them into hurtful words. I have to sting back (blame it on the scorpio in me). I just couldn't let this pass. Blinded by this vision, there was nothing left but the blurt out my angst and fettered emotions. I was devoid of compassion. I was devoid of rationality. I was devoid of empathy. But I knew deep inside, the substance of what I am made of did not escape. It was at the very moment, pieces came into play. Words upon words; phrases upon phrases combined to form my lance that will pierce a person's heart to its very core. That was my only weapon. That was my only war. I've been always cultured not to disrespect my elders. But in a way, I had to stand up for my right and not be trampled upon by the colossus just because that person owns the company. I have had enough of disheartening, humiliating and deeply, thought-provoking moments with her. She may own the company, but she doesn't own the people working for her. She can pay us for our services but that doesn't imply that she can take over our lives and control and expect us to blindly follow her every command. A leader like that would never find true happiness. At the end of the day, when you have nothing to share your happiness with only your dog and your plant - that only shows how empty your life is.
Successful?
Nah!
As I've always quoted myself (please let me have my Dr. Phil moment!), "Success is a personal definition." Only you can define your success. You can be successful even when you're a mother, a housewife, a lowly worker, a student. But what's more essential to this is that since you define your success, only you can give it the meaning you want it to be. And that's what's she's missing. The substance of it all. She can have her plethora of awards, plaques, trophies and what-have-yous. But they'll be worth nothing because there was never a meaning to each one of them. She doesn't even ascribe it to the people who had made it come true. She maybe the owner of her company but she doesn't do it alone. She needs people to make her ideas and orders real. She can't do it on her own. She should reflect upon herself that she too was human before she became CEO & President.
And so, I guess, I can safely say, my weaning from this company has just validated my existence. I exist to challenge the norms- not to conform but to respond to the dictates of the times. My ideals are always simple - fairness and equality.
And as I chart another journey in my life, they still remain the same.
This was me. This is me. This will be me. As always. AD78
I am still in a fit of frustration over the whole damn thing...
Sometimes, I blame Dr. Phil and Oprah for their self-help books and recommendations coz some people just won't bother to change at all!
Here I go again, pitting my little ideals against established institutions!
Will it be wrong to expect something good in return for a job well done?
Nopes would definitely one of your answers but then again, it depends on which company you're working for.
Mine, is perhaps one of the most critical and hypocritical of all. After all the literal blood, sweat and tears you've put under extreme duress to deliver the difference you still come short of expectations. Despite the 'Lowelian' touch of excellence that I've put in ever small effort I make. I still get a remark for falling short of expectations.
That blew it! Simple words but made a lot of psychological impact...
I had no recourse but to wield my thoughts and transform them into hurtful words. I have to sting back (blame it on the scorpio in me). I just couldn't let this pass. Blinded by this vision, there was nothing left but the blurt out my angst and fettered emotions. I was devoid of compassion. I was devoid of rationality. I was devoid of empathy. But I knew deep inside, the substance of what I am made of did not escape. It was at the very moment, pieces came into play. Words upon words; phrases upon phrases combined to form my lance that will pierce a person's heart to its very core. That was my only weapon. That was my only war. I've been always cultured not to disrespect my elders. But in a way, I had to stand up for my right and not be trampled upon by the colossus just because that person owns the company. I have had enough of disheartening, humiliating and deeply, thought-provoking moments with her. She may own the company, but she doesn't own the people working for her. She can pay us for our services but that doesn't imply that she can take over our lives and control and expect us to blindly follow her every command. A leader like that would never find true happiness. At the end of the day, when you have nothing to share your happiness with only your dog and your plant - that only shows how empty your life is.
Successful?
Nah!
As I've always quoted myself (please let me have my Dr. Phil moment!), "Success is a personal definition." Only you can define your success. You can be successful even when you're a mother, a housewife, a lowly worker, a student. But what's more essential to this is that since you define your success, only you can give it the meaning you want it to be. And that's what's she's missing. The substance of it all. She can have her plethora of awards, plaques, trophies and what-have-yous. But they'll be worth nothing because there was never a meaning to each one of them. She doesn't even ascribe it to the people who had made it come true. She maybe the owner of her company but she doesn't do it alone. She needs people to make her ideas and orders real. She can't do it on her own. She should reflect upon herself that she too was human before she became CEO & President.
And so, I guess, I can safely say, my weaning from this company has just validated my existence. I exist to challenge the norms- not to conform but to respond to the dictates of the times. My ideals are always simple - fairness and equality.
And as I chart another journey in my life, they still remain the same.
This was me. This is me. This will be me. As always. AD78
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