I’d like to share a poem I wrote when I was in my early twenties. It was during a time when I was lost, confused and angry at life… at everything. A time I swore I wouldn’t want to experience again for as long as I live.
I barely recognized myself during those times. I was hurt and lonely. Nevertheless, I took a creative turn for it and just poured everything out on paper. This is one of the results of those angry, bitter, sleepless nights. Continue reading Heart Beats
There have been plenty of reasons and excuses that hinder the human heart to finally achieve some semblance of happiness.
Guilty as charged, I’ve been one of those whose pursuit of happiness took more than a decade to come into fruition. For different reasons that are both logical and sometimes plain idiotic, I have been plagued by my passion to do what I want, creating less than pleasant dreams and making me wake up both defeated and sullen. Because I always find myself in that infernal intersection, trying to weigh the never-ending pros and cons, practicality always win — hands down — paving the way towards a less fulfilling endeavor, leaving me to question myself WHY.
Regrets are a poor bedfellow to a craving heart.
Being with friends who likes to psycho-analyze me A LOT, and had no qualms in pointing out how I’ve been wasting my talents away, I have achieved clarity upon careful reflection.
If you love something so much, you’ll make time for it.
Continue reading In Pursuit Of . . .