a note to oneself

our lives are what we deem it to be, be it prosperous or impoverished, gleeful or sorrow-laden, or faithful or reckless. most of the time i think we tend to overlook this fact, because we are simply human beings. we are indeed at times lazy to make the decisive change in our lives to make it better, to kick in into full gear and coast along the highway that is our life.

many a times, we tend to blame failures on external factors. 'it was raining'. 'i didn't have enough time'. 'she was late, which resulted in me being late'. common excuses that are being used countless times because we simply refuse to look at ourselves for the mistake that we've committed. simply put it: we always think we are perfect and that if we do things according to what we planned for, a discrepancy in its execution is always due to the negligence of others.

there are also those who are deemed as the 'hopeless case', always at the negative end, have personal grudges with their own lives and are basically dissatisfied with how their lives are. it is not that they are unable to break the shackles of their misery, but rather they are unknowingly unwilling to do so. think of it as being in a locked cage, and that the lock can only be opened if you slaughter a chicken. people would be reluctant to slaughter the chicken, but well slaughtering a chicken isn't a very difficult thing to do. so it boils down to the case of whether you have the will to escape from your emotional troughs and soar back up to its peaks. it is always mind over matter.

something also struck me, a spiritually strong person is emotionally strong. but you must have the right faith.

imagine, the blind

i guess this place has been left rather untouched for far too long now. i've been busy for the past few weeks, juggling work and more work and some issues. fortunately, it has come to a point where the dust has settle, and so am i. so here i am penning down my thoughts like nobody's business hoping to gain some attention from unsuspecting surfers.

i've been thinking of this for quite some time: can the blind imagine how things were to look like? especially if they were born blind. anyone knows anyone who's born blind? i'd just like to find out because this is one of those things that not many people would think of and would ponder about. and well somehow i believe that though it may seem to be a curse or handicap to them, they might have something special about them that they have yet to discover.

anyways i'm kinda glad that i'm clean. been more than 2 weeks without the smokes, though somehow i feel that it isn't that hard to quit if you actually have things to preoccupy yourself with. like for me, i preoccupy myself with work, people and of course chocolates. yup, i'm a choco junky and i think it has become my secondary addiction. oh well, eat dark chocolates yea? at least they have the flavinol antioxidant, which is good for the body.

and apart from that, i'm finally leaving the island, and heading to a new camp. at least it is on mainland, and i won't have much problems having night's out. oh well... it's gonna be exciting...

ready to strike