It's irritating how I sometimes couldn't stop myself from thinking about the questions I am faced with. I guess it's because I'd always like to give the best answer possible. It's like, in the end, how people would remember me would be based on what I've blurted out. Ha. I know, and I do not contest it, that actions speak louder than words. But I still believe in the power of words (especially when actions are pointing to very opposite directions, tsktsk. Okay, nevermind) :P
Well anyways, here's what's bothering me as of the moment: What/ who is your greatest treasure?
There were a lot of things to choose from. My options included money, music, Charlie, art, food, education, Lolo, Mom, my best friend, my high school friends, my YFC family,*bleep* (CHOZ. JOKING 'bout that one :P), and this something I couldn't put to a single word/ phrase/ sentence. Thanks to time, and my morning state of mind, I chose to go with Charlie and my high school friends. Charlie, because I've always wanted him. And high school friends since no matter what, no matter how far/ hard/ crazy, we always just fit right in with each other.
But I was thinking about a better answer I knew I could have given. That something I couldn't find the word/ phrase/ sentence for. Now, I know. My greatest treasure would be the possibilities (my current favorite word/ concept) presented to me, and the freedom and ability to choose which of these possibilities would be my reality. I don't think I'll find a word for it right now. Free will won't do it justice. Opportunities, hmm, close. It's either my vocabulary is too limited, or the world just doesn't have a need for such a word.
For every day that I live, I am faced with these possibilities--to go to school or just swim in bed all day, to go on with my readings or have lunch with a missed friend, to shut inside all my cheesiness and mushiness or let people know how much I truly appreciate them, to keep my pride or let my guard down, to stop or to go, to eat ice cream or have turon. Possibilities. It's funny how right now I am faced with so many of them, and I acknowledge the fact that they actually exist and that they could be, someday, my realities. It's an overwhelming sensation, especially since when I was young I've always known myself to be so one-sided, so closed-minded, so boxed up.
Before, all I wanted was to be rich and famous, have a fancy house, drive a fancy car, and own nice clothes. Though I shifted from wanting to be a doctor, to becoming a superstar/ singer, that was my ultimate goal. Ask me right now and I'd give you a thousand things I'd like to be in the future. Funny, 'cause I don't really see me being rich and famous anymore. Everything I'd want to be would possibly point to a life of simplicity and lightness--maybe, even, detachment. Slow living. The kind of life you'd live somewhere faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from the city, where you could just sit on a hammock all-day, with a good book or any form of music. Haha. My dad would probably call it a life for the lazy. Eh, why not? Ha. Now now, they're still just possibilities that I'm currently leaning towards, maybe I'd change my mind if I ever face other possibilities. We'll never know.
The hardest part would be choosing which possibilities I'd fulfill. I wish there would be some way that I could make all my possibilities real. Someday, hopefully, little by little. Here I am, in one of the moments I made a possibility my reality.
To let go of possibilities. Possible? I dunno. Hahaha. Is it really possible to let go of possibilities? Another question to ponder on. AND! Am I a possibility? AND! Could someone be your possibility? YEHES. AMPF. My mushy side is showing, it's not nice :)))
I'm going to sleep. That would be better. I'll finish this some other time :P
PS. Happy birthday greetings to: Riza, Nikki, and, my sister, Marian! :D
Well anyways, here's what's bothering me as of the moment: What/ who is your greatest treasure?
There were a lot of things to choose from. My options included money, music, Charlie, art, food, education, Lolo, Mom, my best friend, my high school friends, my YFC family,
But I was thinking about a better answer I knew I could have given. That something I couldn't find the word/ phrase/ sentence for. Now, I know. My greatest treasure would be the possibilities (my current favorite word/ concept) presented to me, and the freedom and ability to choose which of these possibilities would be my reality. I don't think I'll find a word for it right now. Free will won't do it justice. Opportunities, hmm, close. It's either my vocabulary is too limited, or the world just doesn't have a need for such a word.
For every day that I live, I am faced with these possibilities--to go to school or just swim in bed all day, to go on with my readings or have lunch with a missed friend, to shut inside all my cheesiness and mushiness or let people know how much I truly appreciate them, to keep my pride or let my guard down, to stop or to go, to eat ice cream or have turon. Possibilities. It's funny how right now I am faced with so many of them, and I acknowledge the fact that they actually exist and that they could be, someday, my realities. It's an overwhelming sensation, especially since when I was young I've always known myself to be so one-sided, so closed-minded, so boxed up.
Before, all I wanted was to be rich and famous, have a fancy house, drive a fancy car, and own nice clothes. Though I shifted from wanting to be a doctor, to becoming a superstar/ singer, that was my ultimate goal. Ask me right now and I'd give you a thousand things I'd like to be in the future. Funny, 'cause I don't really see me being rich and famous anymore. Everything I'd want to be would possibly point to a life of simplicity and lightness--maybe, even, detachment. Slow living. The kind of life you'd live somewhere faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from the city, where you could just sit on a hammock all-day, with a good book or any form of music. Haha. My dad would probably call it a life for the lazy. Eh, why not? Ha. Now now, they're still just possibilities that I'm currently leaning towards, maybe I'd change my mind if I ever face other possibilities. We'll never know.
The hardest part would be choosing which possibilities I'd fulfill. I wish there would be some way that I could make all my possibilities real. Someday, hopefully, little by little. Here I am, in one of the moments I made a possibility my reality.
To let go of possibilities. Possible? I dunno. Hahaha. Is it really possible to let go of possibilities? Another question to ponder on. AND! Am I a possibility? AND! Could someone be your possibility? YEHES. AMPF. My mushy side is showing, it's not nice :)))
I'm going to sleep. That would be better. I'll finish this some other time :P
PS. Happy birthday greetings to: Riza, Nikki, and, my sister, Marian! :D
>:D<
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love you bespren! :D