Ponderings into the night….

As I get older, the days become shorter and the list of the things you want to do gets longer. People’s patience towards me becomes limited while I try my best to be the opposite. Then I woke up one day and wondered if this continuous cycle called life would ever have meaning. Would it all be worth anything in the end? Do we sleep to wake up or do we wake up so we can sleep? Maybe everything in this post is just pointless, or maybe there are some truths that it can be useful. Do we live for the moment or do we take a moment to live? So many questions, so little time.

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In search of calmness

 

Would be nice if you could bottle this alongside common sense

Bottle of Patience with the side of optimism.

I found another medium to help alleviate work related stress and anxiety. I found myself drawing while I was on a call today at work. Didn’t really thought that I could draw until i just started doodling and this is what I came up with.  I think that is just apt that I name this bottle patience because this is something that cannot be bought. It is something that you are blessed with, and maybe if all mankind has the right amount of patience then the world would probably be less chaotic. I am still the optimist.

“To thine own self be true”

Hello?!?! Is this thing on? *tap**tap*. It had been a while since I wrote on this medium because although that my head are filled with things that would be worth writing, there are a lot of things that would restrain me from doing so,  like work…work… work…(im starting to hear Rihanna in my head) and sleep.

Other than time constraints, a big factor of me not being able to write is that I would always fight with myself  when I do.  Shakespeare did say “To thine own self be true” and this had been always a struggle.  This subject came up when a friend and I was discussing about what would be the hardest thing to do when you’re writing, the answer was to stop censoring yourself. I have to admit that she is absolutely correct. Even though I know that I am writing for my own sanity, my subconscious always dictates that I have to be PC and follow some sort of etiquette just in case somebody else other than me reads what i wrote. It didn’t really matter if I was utilizing the blog or the good ole pencil and paper, it always comes back to that same struggle with myself of not being true to thine self.

Another factor would be me just being lazy about it and just let my thoughts wander off until the idea gets lost and fall into the crevices of my brain. That is probably why I resorted to photography because it is the same as writing but only with pictures.  I know that this blog is a work in progress.  As you can see there are gaps (big ones) in between each entry, but hopefully I would be able to fill it with things that  would make sense to me more than to you. If that would to happen, then I know that I have achieved my goal of getting past the struggle.

Random

At the end of the day, there are somethings you just can’t help but talk about.
Some things, we just don’t want to hear. And some things we say because we can’t
be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. They’re what you do.
Some things you say because there’s no other choice. Some things, you keep to
yourself. And not too often, but every now and then… some things simply speak for
themselves.