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1. I believe in the liberating power of saying things out loud. That you have to be strong to say what’s on your mind, even if it hurts people, even if saying it won’t make a difference. ‘I wish I didn’t marry him, I wish you aren’t my father that we deserve someone better than a useless drunkard, I wish I pursued Fine Arts instead of Medicine, I wish my friends aren’t annoying, I wish people aren’t phonies, I wish the girlfriend’s culture doesn’t give me pain in the ass.’ Keeping heartaches is unhealthy, and sensitivity is lame and lying corrodes the soul. Say it.
2. I stopped going to church and my soul, they say is doomed, but I believe in God. But not with religion. I used to. I believe in prayers. I don’t with praying hard, only working hard. Pious people ask more and act less— and that’s a malady. All your life you’re told that simplicity is noble yet chuches are grand, cathedrals cost millions and yet their people live in slums. It’s hard to keep faith when beggars and street children pervade the vicinity of His house yet priests drive cars and eat good food and drink wine and live in comfort. It’s just wrong.
3. I don’t know much about Buddhist, but they fascinate me to no end. I believe in their idea of interconnectedness. I believe that I am in harmony with the universe, the world and everything in it. I believe that there’s a force that binds me with the things I can perceive thru my senses and things that I can’t. I have to respect the trees, the rivers, the animals et chetera because I’m part of them and they are part of me. I believe that God is constantly talking to me thru the blue in the sky, the breeze in my face, the stars, the scent of the rain, the serenity of the ocean, the sound of the waves. And if I just learn to pause and focus and appreciate, I can see that this world is a beautiful place and nature speaks the most beautiful language I know.
4. Your friends are your friends. And I believe, like any other relationships, it’s your choice to make friendship work. Your parent’s aren’t perfect, you aren’t perfect, and the expensive painting in the library if you look closely isn’t perfect. So are your friends. Life has been generous to surround you with these people— who can put up with your imperfections, who can tell you truths frankly, to the point of insulting you because other people will never muster the balls to point you those truths. They can be the most unlikely people. They think your favourite book is nonsense, they don’t even read books at all, they might post stupid things in their Facebook, but you have to put up with that.
5. I believe that common sense, conscience, principles and sense of morality define a person’s action in acquiescence with social order. Yes your environment molds you as a person. Exactly. So behavior is arbitrary. They can be good or bad depending on the apparent circumstances and how they view their beliefs in relative to that. That’s what controls behavior. Not laws, not force, no not threat, not code of ethics, not religion.
6. You can call me fool, medoesn’t give a fiddler’s fart, but I believe people are inherently good. Forget about Hitler and his Holocaust, forget Assad and his chemical attack on innocent children, forget BinLaden and his Twin towers ha. I still have commotions in an airport and people turning it over because a passenger lost his passport, I still have fisherman fleeing like mad to rescue shipwreck survivors on their small boats, I still have volunteer teachers paddling with crocodiles in Agusan Marsh, still have woman picking trash in the streets of Japan because she wants her country clean, I still have modern day Mother Theresa helping people and slapping me reality that there’s no such thing as ‘too poor to help’. Nevermind what you read in the papers and what you hear on the news. Everywhere, goodness is blushing virgins on humanity’s countenance.
7. I believe that this beating thing inside my chest isn’t a mere beating thing. It’s one of the most wonderful thing in all of cosmic dimension. And don’t ever tell me it’s as big as the fist. No. It’s the size of Greenland. It has to for feeling is infinite. It’s filled with hate alright but it rooms more for love. People in my Now, people I’ve yet to meet, even people who don’t deserve that love. Love for the things I’m learning to accept and understand and love for things I will never understand.
There is this girl. She’s different —a good kind of different, I guess. Most people don’t understand her. She’s young and simple. She said she’s invisible and she loves being one. I understood what she meant. She said she like the sunset, not because it’s unquestionably beautiful and peaceful to watch but because it makes her sad. Yes she like it because she feel sad about it. She feels sad, and that means she’s alive and still feeling things. There’s something funny, yet extraordinary character I found out about her is that she’s the all-good kind of a person. But she said she is on her way to living her “adult life”, you know, night life. Soon, she added. She haven’t drunk even a half glass of alcohol, haven’t kissed anyone, lied to her parents to get out of something, and things “too good” like that. I don’t know, maybe she’s just not rushing in experiencing everything too soon. And she said I’m right. That’s because everything has its own time and she just want to enjoy every bit of things happening in the present.
She likes coffee so much that she even love getting up really early just to have that warm feeling every time she sip on her cup on a cold morning. That was jaw-dropping. Who would like to get up really early to do nothing? I wouldn’t. I love my bed too much. She told me that she loves being alone, but she doesn’t like the feeling of loneliness. Because being alone is what she need to sort things out, but feeling lonely means no one is there to help her out. I agreed on her. She also loves to draw on her little sketchbook but the obvious-supposedly thick book is thinner now, she reasoned that she hates making mistakes on her sketches. She rips pages off her book. But she said she’s not a perfectionist. She just doesn’t want to put her mistakes together with something “full of good stuff” like her sketchbook. She just can’t tolerate mistakes on something she love. She somehow knows how to put things in their right places.
Here, some people loves rain but put up their umbrellas to stay dry, but she’s nothing like that. She even chooses not to open her umbrella, she jump on puddles, and just get soaked. I love that part of her! I love rain myself. She loves music, sad music. I don’t know why. That’s kind of depressing to think. Another thing is, I don’t understand why she’s walking alone every time I see her. I mean, she’ll be a great friend if you happen to get along with her or simply understand her. She’ll probably give me a lot of lessons. Like an hour talking with her taught me that good things from what she does every day. Simple things. Simple things can definitely make us feel great. I didn’t know coffee can be so relaxing. I didn’t know that rain can be something to be enjoyed. I didn’t know that feeling sad means being alive. I didn’t know a lot of things. That sort of knocked me out. I just didn’t understand her then. And no one else probably will.
They say my imagination
Is as wild as a caged animal unleashed
That sometimes I believe in them too much.
You know why?
Two words: Reality sucks.