Life is not about where you go, but who you travel with. The journey wouldn’t be worth it without the people who will make the whole run happy. You will never make it there without the people who helped you get there. So take a deep breath, appreciate life and the things around you, and most importantly, appreciate and love the people who never left you along the way.
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I don’t really watch boxing matches, my Grandpa would usually tell everybody who the winner is at the end of the match. And to be honest, I didn’t really care. I mean, yeah, I am aware that Manny Pacquiao is … Continue reading
In a span of a month or two, I have realized a lot about life. I realized that not everyone will understand you, sometimes you need to understand them as well. I learned that pleasing everyone all at once is pretty much impossible in a world like ours.
I have always wanted to patch things up. I mean, that was as soon as I realized that I have grown apart from the people I have loved. I have always wanted to fix and find the broken pieces. But for some reason, I found out that I did not only grew apart from them, but they have learned to dislike me, or maybe even hate. It wasn’t easy for me to have found that out at first. I have always thought that friendship is about talking things over, about understanding and patching things up. But I guess not.
No, I am not putting all the blame on them. Because I know that I am also at fault. The only thing that have hurt me─my feelings─is that they never tried to talk or ask me what happened to me. I will accept all the painful words if there ever will be, I honestly will. Just as long as they say it in front of me. To my face. Not through statuses or tweets. I want that more than what is currently happening. I have never said something against them behind their back, I have never posted a single thing against them online, because I thought everything was fine between us.
Perhaps, this is His way of making me realize everything, including my own mistakes. And to realize that I have earned better things despite the unbelievably turbulent events in my life. And that I have changed for the better, as to what the people around me have said. A lot of people have asked me why I didn’t do anything to defend myself, why I’ve let them broadcast stuff online but instead kept silent about it. I truly respect the friendship we once shared, and that is the main reason why I did not even try to defend or say something that I know will hurt them even when I know a lot.
I have never answered their tweets and statuses with another status or tweet because I know that it will only worsen the situation. But recently, I have had enough. It was just too much. I mean, this is not high school. If they have a problem with me, why include my other friends? My friends have always been quiet even when they have noticed that there is a problem. I don’t think that I can still at least try to understand anymore. I am tired of always being the one who tries to understand.
So we were watching this film from our “Rizal life” class earlier, I have never been a fan of such documentations. It usually bores me, but of course, I have no choice but to listen. As I was watching, this phrase was mentioned by one of the interviewee. It caught me then and there, not that I haven’t heard the said phrase before.
Words are more powerful than any other weapons out there. It affects people more, it never goes away and will never be forgotten. I mean, the person who wrote it will obviously die because no one lives forever, but his writings and his words lives on. Inspirational or even painful words will never ever be forgotten by the person who has read or received it.
I can stand talking to those people that I know says something behind my back, those people who has never been really my “friend”.
But when it comes to those people whom I least expect to do such, I can’t stand talking to them unless badly needed. I can’t even look at them for a long time, because it hurts. It hurts to know that the ones whom you’ve trusted so much, the ones whom you thought will never do it to you, actually did. I have the urge to stay away, to back off — to distance myself from them. I have been remote in some ways.
Life has always been like this. As soon as happiness gets to you, you should ready yourself for something that will sadden you. Life has a tendency of fucking things up when you’re at your most happy state.
This is a very awful post for a Sunday evening. I’m sorry.
When the so-called ‘marginalized poor’ get mad when their homes are being deconstructed. Yes, I know and understand that they are losing the only shelter they have, but the fact that the land where they have built their homes are owned by someone else, who in fact could have built a restaurant or something where he can make money over.
It bothers me how they throw rocks or whatever hard stuff they see on the ground or ‘molotov bomb’ at the policemen and then the policemen would usually throw teargas over them and the people claims that the policemen has hurt them physically. When in fact the police were only defending themselves.
Okay, so it’s not that I’m on the policemen’s side, but sometimes they have a point. It could have been done without hurting anyone if only they cooperate. They have always been warned that their homes will be deconstructed in a while, but they still didn’t do anything before the deconstructing begins, instead when the said day comes, they prepare things that they would throw over the policemen. It has always been like that, the same scenario repeats itself over and over every year. And it just so bothers me each and every time, because a lot of people are being hurt.
Ahhh, If only I could make each of them understand.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer someday. But everything changed when I entered high school, I still remember how our English teacher required each of us to have and write on a diary daily for the whole year. And without it, our clearance wouldn’t be signed at the end of the academic year. I remember how I complained on why we need to do such. But after writing for days, I’ve learned to love what I was doing and I realized that I wanted to write. My opinions, feelings and thoughts about a certain topic. But most of all, I wanted to write for other people, I wanted to make a difference, to inspire the whole world. And from then on, I knew I wanted to be a Journalist.
Only, my parents didn’t have the same mind set as I have about this, they have always been concerned about my future job and the money I could have earned if I took up a much better course. And since I don’t have much of a choice, because it’s their money that I’ll be using for college, I am now an Information Technology student and it gets harder everyday, I’ve been forcing this course to like me and I’ve also been forcing myself to like it for three years now. It has always been hard for me to put my heart in this course when I should be out there, writing.
Lenn of Spades ♠ 