The September I Dared

My Tune: Move On by Jet

I needed someone to wake me up when September starts. And now that it is close to an end, I think I might want someone to make me fall asleep before October starts.

Considering the fact that today is Sunday, usually the kind of day in a week when everyone is most especially expected to be prepared for 24 hours of boredom, I can say that I am afterall filled with some thoughts taken from random things in an unspecified duration of time.

I would like to say that I am really convinced that I am such a worsening sluggard lately. The EIC of Starlight has just telephoned me to write this article and that article, but you see, I don’t seem to have the enthusiasm to write when I am told to write— if you know what I mean. I can only clearly and completely seem to be able to work my magic when I am writing by my own will about a topic coming from my own preferred preferences. I don’t know about you, but I surely am a free individual. I make my own rules and produce my own conspiracy of happiness.

There are a few things which I would like to partake this sunny Sunday afternoon.First of all, I have to say that I couldn’t agree more to these statements:

The roller coaster is my life; life is a fast, dizzying game; life is a parachute jump; it’s taking chances, falling over and getting up again; it’s mountaineering; it’s wanting to get to the very top of yourself and to feel angry and dissatisfied when you don’t manage it.

I noticed that most of the people get on it [the roller coaster] in search of excitement, but once it starts, they are terrified and want the cars to stop.

— Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes. Page 47

All I did today was read a few pages of a couple of books and watch a couple of episodes of an American soap opera— The OC, to be exact.

And all I did can’t just be considered as ways of killing time. What I did today can actually be looked at as something which may be done as a remedy for a broken heart (Jeez. Am I talking about my self here implicitly? Hope not). Well I have just shared with you some of the many thoughts which hunt me lately. It’s just that I really do believe such thoughts make great sense.

Like regarding the above quotation, I can say that I have came to see that each and every human in this whole world of circus is simply in search of an adventure— an adventure which he is dying to undergo and to experience but once the whole world of turning and juggling starts, he would desperately look for ways to make the entire “adventure” stop as it rapidly turns into a misadventure. I am pretty much agreeing that I can relate to this especially right now.

There are just so many things which I want to quit, honestly. My only problem is that when I quit being engaged with these things, I will appear to the general crowd as someone who is generally weak. Yeah. Right. You might want to tell me that I should not care about what all the other people might say. But you see, I am a social being. One of my legends is that I purely believe that the perceptions of some important and valued persons in my life really do matter.

But what is there left for me to do? I need some emotional and spiritual boosts and I suppose and don’t have those coming.

As I have told myself last night, I am already staring to learn the ABC’s of life (or of MY life, for that matter):

A. There are just some things in life which we can’t really possess.

B. In fact, no one owns anything and anyone.

C. Almost always, people who have lost something they thought was theirs forever finally come to realize that nothing really belongs to them on the first place.

D. I learned one of the most unfair realities of life: One person always wants another person who is irrevocably in loved with another, who might as well be wanting another person who in one way or another, yet and still loves another person who’s in love with a different being.

E. No matter how funny and exciting the scenes are, everything will just be dull and flat without the person you would want to laugh with.

F. After almost a lifetime of greatness and magnificence, at the end of the day, we still are longing to get back to a place which we are desperately trying to run away from— our bedroom itself.

G. There’s nothing more heart-warming than hearing the gentle laughter of kids.

H. I learned that when life gives you cherries, make strawberry juice. It’s not everytime that we must make use of the things that are being offered to us alone. Sometimes, we are put in a situation wherein we would have to improvise.

I. I learned that man can’t live with love alone ( Listen to Love Alone by Caedmon’s Call for more “details”). Love alone can be so boring because on the first place, it is a two-way process. If it’s not, then it might not be something which can be called “Love”.

J. I learned that I must continue learning these ABC’s as I am still undergoing this whole process.

Ten letters of the English alphabet— these I learned in the September I dared.

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3 thoughts on “The September I Dared

  1. Love Alone? All-time favorite ko na bala. hehe
    Kag wala ko nag bond with exito ia.
    The only bond we are sharing is the bond of irritation.
    Irritating much gid xa ia as usual.
    Indi man gid heartbroken. i’m just “experimenting” with my feelings, i guess.
    Haay nako.
    Ang gin basa ko? Indi xa subo ia. And Eleven Minutes provocative.
    Ang Flirting With Pete may pagka gloomy.
    Basta. Basta. Basta.
    It’s not about what I have been reading. It’s about what I have been undergoing.

    Oh well papel. That’s it, pancit. Haaaaaay.

  2. hahaha…kay fine!
    cguro epekto na ni prado cmu!
    nyahahaha
    hala!
    god…duda lng kuh sa gne
    expermintohan muh!
    jowkxD
    actually bg.u kuh lng na apprec8 ang
    song!hahahaha
    ang ila pgd nga song nga can’t lose you
    nmi mn…
    nd nku mtingala nga ma adik kda sa author rehoz ni
    tel2…

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