Friday, August 24, 2012

On (No) Regrets


            Tempus fugit.
            Time does fly. It’s already way past the middle of the semester. Sooner than we expect it, finals week would be around the corner. During times like these, I find myself stuck among a lot of random and not-so-random thoughts.
             I really hope to graduate this coming March and I see this semester as a very crucial one. In fact the past years of my college life had all been crucial. Almost six years of being in the university taught me the importance of being prudent in making decisions about my academic life. Now that I’m getting near the so-called “finish line”, I would like to think that I’m making the most prudent choices.
            Tension of opposites.
            As course requirements pile up, I get to be tempted by Facebook and Twitter. As required readings get thicker, I get lured to watch a movie with my siblings. As reporting dates get closer, I get enticed to catch up on lost sleeping hours. Others may call it typical or even plain student weaknesses; I call it my perennial problems.
            Thing is, I’m getting tired of this (seemingly but hopefully not incurable) sickness. It’s a vicious cycle that wears down my system. As much as I’m convincing myself that I know my priorities, my actions show otherwise. I’m really getting tired of my own attitude at times. I wish I could do better.
            Regrets.
            I came across an article entitled, “Don’t Regret Regret” written by Kathryn Schulz. It begins with a story of how Schulz regretted having a tattoo at the age of 29 made her regret it the moment she stepped out of the tattoo place. She had a massive emotional meltdown because of it. According to her, it shocked her big time because she prided herself on “having absolutely no regrets.” The tattoo experience taught her that “lamenting things in the past is an absolute waste of time.”
            At this part of the article, I managed to tell myself, “Hey kiddo, are you taking this down?”
            Schulz aptly defined regret as “the emotion we experience when we think that our present situation could be better or happier if we had done something different in the past.” She further enumerated the top six things (based on some researches) that most people regret in life: decisions pertaining to education (33%), career, romance, parenting, various choices about sense of self and how one spends (or fails to spend) his/her leisure time.
            I absolutely get her point. What we regret are decisions we do about the things that we really care about. The choices we do in these areas of our lives terribly affect us. And for Schulz, we experience regret in four terrible ways. The first one is that of denial, and then a sense of bewilderment, followed by an intense desire to punish ourselves and the fourth phase would be perseveration where we focus on the same thing obsessively and repeatedly. These four phases create an infinite loop making us feel really miserable. Schulz, however, adds a fifth one and that she calls an “existential wake-up call.”
            I guess this is the part where Hope enters the picture. The author moreover explained how we can be at peace with our regrets. First, we have to take some comfort at regret’s universality. It happens to all of us and we can't escape it. Then, we should learn how to laugh at ourselves. We should not take ourselves too seriously - we deserve a break. And lastly, we can make peace with our regrets through the passage of time. Time indeed heals all wounds.
              Now, writing this post may or may not be something I would regret later, but I’ll take Schulz’ word for it: “We need to learn to love the flawed, imperfect things that we create and to forgive ourselves for creating them. Regret doesn’t remind us that we did badly. It reminds us that we know we can do better.”  

Monday, March 12, 2012

Sibling Love

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.
Love leaves a memory no one can steal."

It has been exactly three months since my Ate died. It was also a Monday when it happened and for some time, I feared Mondays. I'm just grateful that I was at home that time. Nevertheless, things had been really painful.

I have three other siblings left. And I'm just glad we're sticking with each other. Unknowingly, we're easing each other's pain. Time and again, I'm thankful.


"A sister - a special kind of double."



With the Goddess and the Little Prince.

At the end of the day, I'm glad I have them. Needless to say, our Ate is dutifully and happily watching over us from above. :D










Friday, March 9, 2012

Tension of Opposites



Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, bu you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band.

- Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom


I have been dealing with a lot of contradictions lately.

I have been making wrong decisions, committing mistakes and hurting some people these past few days.


It's a struggle I always have to go through - working things out, opting for what's right, being better.

I'm looking for something (even someone) to blame but I always end up frowning at myself in the mirror.


The best that I can do is to make myself believe that these will all pass: my overwhelming hang-ups.

This may or may not work but if there's one thing I really need and want right now, it's understanding.


It's such a big word considering the fact that I can't even understand myself...

There, I'm doomed. T.T


P.S.

Could someone just tell me not to be too hard on myself?

It might also work if you could talk some sense out of me...




Saturday, March 19, 2011

Vulnerability...


If there's one thing I'm really good at,

it is making myself vulnerable...

Vulnerable to pain, to rejection,

To anger and frustration.

Vulnerable

Even to a seemingly endless jeer of "yiiikeee!"

that haunted me from UP to PHILCOA.

Yeah, right.

Some secrets are supposed to be shared,

Even if it makes me

Vulnerable.

:)



Monday, February 14, 2011

On Love and Everything Else...


To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive -- to grief, sorrow and disappointment, as well as to joy, fulfillment and intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before.
~ Rollo May

And so, too, I speak of love: he who is held by it is held by the strongest bonds, yet the stress is pleasant. Moreover, he can sweetly bear all that happens to him. When one has found this bond, he looks for no other.
~ Meister Eckhart

A sweet truth: When God knows you're ready for the responsibility of commitment, He'll reveal the right person under the right circumstances. Wait patiently. Don't waste your time searching and wishing. Grow and be ready. You'll see...God will give you a love story far better than you could ever dream of.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Haunting Past

Question: When is the best and worst time to see your ex?
Answer: At his mother's wake.

With having only that social networking site as a source of information, I learned through Facebook that my ex's mom died last January 24 because of complications brought by cancer. Together with my mom who was his teacher and a common friend, I went to the NSOLL mortuary last January 25 to pay last respects.

I never actually met his mom though I know her. Given the brief time of our relationship, I didn't have the chance to be introduced properly. Looking back, it seemed really pathetic of me to daydream about having a dinner with my beloved ex's family.

After a year of not being in touch with X, I argued with myself whether I will go and offer my condolences or not. Blame it on timidity or simply cowardice, but it even took me time to decide whether I go alone or not. In the end, I came to show sympathy in the most peculiar manner.

I neither hug him nor shake his hand as I told myself I would. I told myself that my presence would be enough. I just asked him where Karl, his nephew, the one I have been wanting to see, is. I just listened how he answered my two companions' queries about what happened. I noticed how tired he was and how he tried to be the joker (that he is) in spite of the situation. It was the worst time to express how I miss him, how happy I was that he got the job he wanted or even how I cried because Mommy's gone without knowing me. It was the worst time for selfishness so I shut myself up.

In silence, I observed what I expected to see. Daddy was busy talking to his friends from the church. Kuya JJ, with his wife Ate Reina, was fixing some papers. Kuya JP, the second child was running errands while talking with his schoolmates. Once upon a time, I dreamed of being a part of the family. I even proudly answered my companions' questions about who is who and whom is related to who in the family. For a moment, I thought that it was the best time to show-off.

The more I thought about what happened that night, the more I regretted not doing something and not saying anything. I realized how much I was afraid of death...how much I am afraid of a haunting past.


Sunday, January 16, 2011

Of Fear and Faith

“Tempus fugit…”

It’s already the third Sunday of January and as much as I look forward to all the new things that might happen this 2011, I can’t help but to feel afraid. I am afraid that some things won’t be as good as before. I am afraid that long - ago mistakes will finally have its full-blown effects in the coming months. I am afraid that the personal goals I hope to achieve will still be as unattainable as ever. The past is definitely haunting me, I am afraid.

2010 had its ups and downs – Someone made sure I had my fair share of it. I have woken up each day into the warmth of having my loving family. I finally landed on the course that I have always wanted. I have grown older, yes, even wiser. I also had lost a few of my friends – some to distance, others to fate. I had sleepless nights and dreaded mornings because of my studies. Then, I had a not-so-happy birthday.

“Don’t let fear run your life.”

Last night, I just found myself watching the remaining episodes of Hannah Montana Forever. More than being happy and sad at the same time because of my favorite show, I was also inspired by Robby Ray’s piece of advice. To walk his talk, he got back onstage after ages of not being able to do so. Miley, who became so unsure of her career after letting the “dang secret” out, did not let her father down and also did what she have always loved to do – sing and entertain her fans. Following suit, I told myself with as much conviction as I can muster: “I won’t let fear ruin my year.”

“The only reality is now.”

An article from The Philippine Star reminded me this. I am so afraid of the past and very worried about the future that I am losing track of the important things that are happening now. Needless to say, I have no control over what had happened and what might happen but I have the capability to enjoy what is presently taking place. It is just a matter of being responsible for the decisions I made. It is just a matter of seizing every good opportunity that comes my way. It is just a matter of saying: “I am going to take one day at a time.”

“Always keep a little prayer in your pocket.”

As fear begins to bind me into its wicked spell, His warm embrace woke me up. With God by my side, being afraid and worried seemed to be the most foolish thing to do. Everything that happened was according to His will and all that will transpire is subject to His approval. I should always bear in mind that His plans are far better than mine. My cowardice is nothing compared to His greatness, what’s there to be afraid of? All I need is His sweet whisper, “Keep the faith little one, just keep the faith.”

More than being afraid, I should strive to live a life that will please Him not just this year but for every breathing moment I have.

“I look to the Lord for help at all times and He rescues me from danger. Turn to me Lord and be merciful to me because I am lonely and weak. Relieve me of my worries and save me from all my troubles. Consider my distress and suffering and forgive all my sins.” Psalm 25:15 – 18