After watching a podcast that brought home a huge baggage that I never thought I’ve been carrying along for more than a year now, I wanted to be as candid with this post as I can. I mean, I’ve been writing this blog since 2012 and so far, I’ve shared and bared my soul naked for the world to see. So, this post (along with others in this blog), chronicles one of the darkest moments of my life.
Writing down my thoughts, opinions and what-nots have been a refreshing change in my outlook in life. It also helped me personally and brought about a resurgence of my passions and a holistic sense of self and life. It was more than I’ve expected when I experimentally created this blog.
Anyway, I thought once I’ve gone through the process of moving on from that devastating time in my life a year ago that I’m okay and everything’s forgotten. Then, after watching two surprisingly candid people rant about stepping out of your comfort zone, accepting yourself and making a dent in the universe definitely sparked some subliminal awareness that I’ve been denying what’s been hovering over my head for a year. Continue reading When Depression Strikes→
There are so many times that I mentioned (apart from quoting Shakespeare) how life is like one big game or stage and [almost] everyone becomes involved the moment we’re born.
It’s unfair — really — to be an infant and not given a choice but to start playing the game. Getting dumped in without knowing the rules of the game is even worse since not everyone has the privilege of having wise parents and/or mentors to guide us through.
Role Models, Anyone?
There’s a growing lack of good role models lately unlike when I was younger. All I see now are twerking, trucker/potty mouthed, debauched, pedos, lying-through-their-teeth, almost naked public figures who bask in the media’s attention even if it’s in a negative context. It seems as if attaining stardom is becoming a contest on “who’s the vilest” out there. Continue reading Are You In?→
When someone asks me to describe myself, I get tongue-tied and can’t even string words together to form a coherent statement. Maybe because I’m battling between telling that someone what’s in my resume or the more definitive me; the former is a bit awkward, of course, since I feel like I’m having a job interview and the latter more so because — for the life of me — I am at a loss for words. The whole inner thing makes it difficult to put into words.
I can wax poetry about other people; can even list down in bullet points their strengths and weakness. But when it comes to me, I can’t figure out a way to make the description sound less obnoxious and awkward. If I list down a lot of the positives, that makes me conceited. If I give out weaknesses, the alpha in me would raise its dominant head and shriek like a banshee in protest, and I would end up like a blubbering idiot in the process.
One of the things I’ve observed from being an educator and trainer for more than a decade is the amount of negativity that goes around people almost all the time. People tend to hate themselves for things that they are not and lacks awareness of those things they already have but is unable to fully utilize. That where people like me try to bring out the best in people for productivity’s sake and for better working dynamics.
The harshest critic one can ever have is one’s self.
I encounter plenty of individuals so caught up with the bad that they forgot there are wonderful things they can love about themselves. These negativity includes self-doubt, thinking they’re not good enough, looking at the world like a cage of sorts, always thinking that something bad will happen . . . yada . . . yada. These things, in turn, make a muck out of a lot of things in their lives – both professional and personal.
These questions are what most people who are self-aware ask themselves whenever they look at their reflections. I am no stranger to it. For someone who seemed so self-possessed and confident when in other people’s company, I’ve been beset with self-doubt and the annoying inner critic blues from time to time. As I gradually mature, I learned that you create the reflection you wanted to see. The mirror is just there to show you what you want to see – whether it’s the truth or a lie. Therefore, it’s better to look inside rather than the superficial image of someone you sometimes do not recognize anymore.