It happened to me, it happens to everyone. Once in a while after a long period of bone-breaking work and tedious toil, the psyche goes numb and numb and numb. It's about time we need to take a break.
Sharpen the saw and so they say. This summer, after five years of college and aspirantate, a period of circus and a mix-matched schedule, I went numb. I just wanted to take a break. I miss the old, really old younger days when I never had any worry in the world. I mean the pre-school years when all you care about is play.
Is it really human destiny that once you grow old, you grow tired? Does age really mean more work?
It can't be avoided, I know, we have to work in order to eat. But once in a while we are called to rest, replenish, and renew. I believe we work more when we age more because we grow more responsible. I also believe that work should always be paired with play and we often forget that. So why not stop awhile, breath deep, close those sagging eyes and just live. Live and experience, tingle those senses, because afterall, we work in order to live and not the other way 'round.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Biking Once Again
A fellow aspirant, Nino, and I were planning to visit the Talisay City Hall today going there in bicycles. It would save us around twelve pesos from fares and shed off a few pounds from the exercise.
I thought to myself that I should practice once again, not that I'm poor at biking but it has been years since I last rode on a bike I might injure my thighs. So I took a spare bike parked in the community room and started to pedal around the flat grounds. Feeling the need for a thrill, I decided to fly down along the slopes of Don Bosco Lawaan. Surely enough it was a fun ride - or not at all.
When it was time to go up again, guess what? Yeah, I have to gather all my strength to my calves and thighs before I could go up the thirty degree uphill climb. Push, push, push, and push, I fought hard against years of sitting in class and in front of the computer. The years have put these legs to dormition.
Reaching the top, I looked back on my accomplishment. The pain of tired muscles can't replace the pride I have for climbing the hill. Without hesitation, I took the downward glide once again to repeat the same agony and joy of riding a bike.
After a few rounds, I was sweating profusely but was smiling anyhow. This is life, I thought. Should I ever get stagnant, I'll try to wake up. I'll take risks and push my destiny. I'll fight against the current if I should reach the top. This is how I live.
I thought to myself that I should practice once again, not that I'm poor at biking but it has been years since I last rode on a bike I might injure my thighs. So I took a spare bike parked in the community room and started to pedal around the flat grounds. Feeling the need for a thrill, I decided to fly down along the slopes of Don Bosco Lawaan. Surely enough it was a fun ride - or not at all.
When it was time to go up again, guess what? Yeah, I have to gather all my strength to my calves and thighs before I could go up the thirty degree uphill climb. Push, push, push, and push, I fought hard against years of sitting in class and in front of the computer. The years have put these legs to dormition.
Reaching the top, I looked back on my accomplishment. The pain of tired muscles can't replace the pride I have for climbing the hill. Without hesitation, I took the downward glide once again to repeat the same agony and joy of riding a bike.
After a few rounds, I was sweating profusely but was smiling anyhow. This is life, I thought. Should I ever get stagnant, I'll try to wake up. I'll take risks and push my destiny. I'll fight against the current if I should reach the top. This is how I live.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Silent Shouts
I know of a girl that can shout but is never heard. She's roaring at the top of her lungs but still nobody hears her.
With the level of human knowledge that has been accumulated these past centuries, we assume we know many things. Science has explained fully so many natural phenomena, mathematics have events in formula, thousands have doctorate degrees but still the world is the same. It seems that human progress have never really helped in making the essentials better.
I am writing about the many signals young people send out but are often get unnoticed. Riding in a public vehicle in Cebu South Road, the streets are "adorned" with so much vandal from young people who shout out their name wanting to be noticed. It is sad that they have to go through the pain of writing their name in vandals in order to get the needed attention when they could have felt welcome at home in their families.
We all go through a rebellious phase in life. The surging hormones and confusion in adolescence push us to extremes. We just want to be noticed, to be identified, to be known, to be recognized. We all want our existence to go noticed.
When I see this girl I know, I feel bad not for her but for the people around her. She went into heavy metal music, satanic themes, aggression, and violence, anything that goes against the ordinary so that she can be noticed. We all have tendencies to do that and some of us are like her. And I pity the people around her who remained deaf to her cries.
I believe no one really wants to live in violence. We are all predisposed to goodness and beauty. But when what is essential to our survival: love, care, family, friends, companionship, is taken away we just want it back so badly we go shouting at the top of our lungs but sadly we are never heard.
With the level of human knowledge that has been accumulated these past centuries, we assume we know many things. Science has explained fully so many natural phenomena, mathematics have events in formula, thousands have doctorate degrees but still the world is the same. It seems that human progress have never really helped in making the essentials better.
I am writing about the many signals young people send out but are often get unnoticed. Riding in a public vehicle in Cebu South Road, the streets are "adorned" with so much vandal from young people who shout out their name wanting to be noticed. It is sad that they have to go through the pain of writing their name in vandals in order to get the needed attention when they could have felt welcome at home in their families.
We all go through a rebellious phase in life. The surging hormones and confusion in adolescence push us to extremes. We just want to be noticed, to be identified, to be known, to be recognized. We all want our existence to go noticed.
When I see this girl I know, I feel bad not for her but for the people around her. She went into heavy metal music, satanic themes, aggression, and violence, anything that goes against the ordinary so that she can be noticed. We all have tendencies to do that and some of us are like her. And I pity the people around her who remained deaf to her cries.
I believe no one really wants to live in violence. We are all predisposed to goodness and beauty. But when what is essential to our survival: love, care, family, friends, companionship, is taken away we just want it back so badly we go shouting at the top of our lungs but sadly we are never heard.
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