Crime

The book The Stranger Beside Me is the first literature that introduced me to one of the horrifying realities of life— crime. This book brilliantly written by Ann Rule, narrates the saga of Ted Bundy. This man seemed to possess a soaring intelligence. But in spite of that, his very life was shattered because of the crimes he committed. His story was conveyed by Rule in a remarkable fashion. It was featured with drama, mystery, and filled with psychological concepts.

It may sound odd for anyone to know that I am patently entertained by those kinds of stories. But I enjoy them not because of the tragedy and terror that they draw in front of me, but rather because of the insights that I gain from those stories.

Crime is something to be dreaded, but we should try to figure out for ourselves what caused them. In doing which, there is a strong possibility that we might block them from happening again.

Purpose

Everyone has a purpose in life—a reason for being. Somewhere deep inside we know this; we can feel it. God, or whoever you call it, in His wisdom, gave us our own unique talents, gifts and callings. We were created to share those gifts with the world.

Isn't it fascinating to know that in the history of the whole world, there has never been a person exactly like you, nor will there ever be? You are the only one who can fulfill your purpose––and you only have one life to do it.

Unfortunately, no one can tell you exactly what your specific purpose in life is— the answer is yours to uncover. Still,unfortunately, I do not know what my purpose is. But I know I do have one. It just so happen that I'm still on the process of finding out which one would that be.I don't know if I should be a teacher, or be a doctor, or be a pilot. Right now, I'm working as a customer service associate…and I don't know too if that will be my purpose. But I could say I'm distinctively enjoying what my job is all about. Right before I got this job I've been into dozen other jobs. I believe I tried to be the best worker that I could be with those jobs. Would that be my purpose then?

I had just finished my undergraduate degree in psychology. My mentors instilled to me the complexities and fascinating aspects of human behavior which I immensely appreciated. I don't know too if that is my purpose. I don't know if I'm suppose to seek for a career where I could apply those theoretical concepts I have learned. I don't know if I should pursue higher studies on this field so that I could also share what was taught of me. Would that be my purpose? I could only guess.

I met so many people and I'm inclined to think that one way or another I have touched there lives. I know I made them smile, laugh, and even cry. I made them consider possibilities. I made them doubt their own selves, along with their faith and beliefs. I made them challenge their abilities while making them realize about their own sets of infirmities. But would that also be my purpose?

I helped my family realized that though we are related by blood, we are still entirely different. I attempted to be the best part of my family. I hope that's one of my purpose. Well, i could only hope.

I'm afraid this would just be a series of my incomprehensible guess of what my purpose is. They are just guesses anyway. but I know somehow, at the end of my journey, I would be able to fulfill that purpose along the way.

Ennui

I started to blog just recently. Nevertheless, the art of expressing my thoughts in writing has been part of my life since I am on my teens. I value what I have written. Like everyone lese, I keep an archive of those scribbling.

I can only hope.

Story

So this is how the story goes…

Each of our lives is a story.We are the authors and actors of or own stories, that we constantly weave everyday. Once upon a time, we saw the light of day for the first time, and our story began. Through the newborn fog we meet the cast of characters: first our parents and later our friends (and enemies). The characters gradually evolved as we meet one people to another.Some left us with lasting impressions that until now we still vividly remember how we came across with those persons. While others, they just became plain strangers.

Later, we discover the setting, whether it be Manila or some foreign land. And each of us starts on a quest, for happiness and for meaning, for love and for pain. At times we travel along sunlit boulevards and sometimes we stumble into darkened back alleys. We even set our feet to filthy places. It doesn't really matter where we travel, it's the experience we get along the way that truly counts. And along that exciting journey, we find out who we are and what we're made of. That journey isn't fun most of the times.

There a lot of puzzles that we have to unravel and needless to say, there are even challenges that forced us to unleash our wild sides. Of course, there is romantic events to remind us that life is best shared with another soul. And on those process, we learn something, and we grow, and the more we grow — truth be told — the closer we approach the end of the story… or at least the end of this chapter. But my story, is not merely "a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

My story may sound ordinary; but it isn't. Mine is an escapade of love, fantasy,sex,hatred,of fantasy and insanity, and a bunch of many other things rolled into a single fascinating saga. I am enjoying it.I'm trying to weave a masterpiece. I'm trying to live it to the fullest but I know at the end of my chapter, somewhere along the line, I might catch myself saying something like "And this is my so-called life."

Storm

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s learning how to dance in the rain.

I can’t exactly remember when and where I came across with this quote, but it has left me something to ponder and a sort of an inspiration to live for. It serves as a constant reminder that struggles are just but part of our lives and we must learn to cope with them. Easier said than done, right? And that just how I feel most of the time when I’m trapped in a drastic situation. This drastic situation I’m talking about could roll out in any aspect of your life—work, school, family, love life, with friends, and the list goes on. Isn’t it that at times we feel flustered when we face those seemingly tremendous and irresolvable problems? But sometimes it feels comforting to hear yourself saying something like "This too shall pass away. I’ve been with lots of this!"

Problems could either be "storm" or "rain" depending on how you seize it. It doesn’t really matter how it appears on you, but the way you approach them plays a greater role, I’m nor trying to say that we should act like super heroes, believing that everything is on our control. That won’t be healthy either. We have imperfections and everything but a good sense of motivation is enough to compensate those imperfections.

I’m aware that these thoughts may sound incoherent, if not pathetically insensible. But I hope I was able to make sense of something.