Thursday, December 19, 2013

Going Country

Brad Paisley, Blake Shelton, driving with the windows down, a winter in the desert. There’s something about all these coming together that just makes me want to live. Forever. At times like this, I think I really know how to live. As December 2013 winds down to it’s final last weeks, it’s time once again for reflections and resolutions.

I wouldn’t say I had it good this year, but I realized life has now seemingly fallen into the normal category as compared to my usual somewhat chaotic roller-coaster affair. However, the restless bug is nibbling at me and I can’t brush it off. I don’t want to. I want my restlessness to propel me into realms I never can imagine and I know all I need to do is to lose that reservation and cross that line.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. – Neale Donald Walsch

The country folks are good at these things, I suppose. You see, country music is always telling you stuff like "live like you were dying" and such. And I buy it. Seriously, I do. I’ve been country high since that December driving through desert highways with Brad constantly reminding me of "all those mornings I was late for work" and Carrie pleading for Jesus to take the wheel.

Tomorrow marks the end of the work year for me. I will be away from office until after New Year’s Day. This holiday season will be a time for reflection for me and to come to terms and embrace who I am, what I am and what I have. I am ending this year on a soulful note: best feeling of the year.

Down memory lane: Same time last year...

Monday, November 25, 2013

The World of Us

I am scared. In the world of us, time had fallen far behind from the world outside and there is no way to catch up. I know the both of you don’t want it to. Today is late and tomorrow later still. The hours can be filled with so much more than worry and regrets and reminiscence, but I do not know how to make you see. As much as I want to turn everything around, there are certain days when I myself am lost.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Half-eaten Time



And it is late. Whatever that should have been done, never was. Whatever that life gave, time stole. 'Til there is nothing but an endless whirlpool that brings me back to where I first began, only difference is every time I start again from that alpha point, the more lost I get.

But today is different. A little brighter than usual. No. So much brighter than usual. I hear the birds. Even the breeze is caressing my cheek as though reassuring me, nudging me on. I must be heading on the right track. It's a long journey ahead. A journey that could've started a decade sooner, but did not.

Today, I remember a dream.

Today, I believe it.

Today, I start to live it.