Saturday, March 29, 2008

Walking away or sticking it out

A friend said: Run as fast as you can as early as possible. It's a no-win situation and it would just hurt your heart in the process. No talent. No future. Not enough.
But you stayed for reasons you don't know, for reasons you didn't bother to find out.
Johnny said follow your heart and see where it will lead you.
But what if you already knew where it will lead you? Will you turn and walk away? It seems the logical thing to do. Is it foolish to go to a place where you knew would only lead you to a broken heart? Or is it brave to go through with it still? Inspiration or ego, which is which?

Excerpts from Coelho's blog :

Wasn't my dream to be a writer? Then I must continue creating sentences, paragraphs, chapters, and go on writing until I die, and not allow myself to get caught in such traps as success or failure. Otherwise, what meaning does my life have?

Shaken by these alarming thoughts, I find a strength and a courage I didn't know I had: they help me to venture into an unknown part of my soul. I let myself be swept along by the current and finally anchor my boat at the island I was being carried towards. I spend days and nights describing what I see, wondering why I'm doing this, telling myself that it's really not worth the pain and effort, that I don't need to prove anything to anyone, that I've got what I wanted and far more than I ever dreamed of having.
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When I wrote The Zahir, the main character says exactly the same thing: writing is getting lost at sea. It's discovering your own untold story and trying to share it with others. It's realising, when you show it to people you have never seen, what is in your own soul. In the book, a famous writer on spiritual matters, who believes he has everything, loses the thing that is most precious to him: love. I have always wondered what would happen to a man if he had no one to dream about, and now I am answering that question myself.
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One of the characters in Bertold Brecht's play "The Good Person of Szechuan" tells us about true love:

"I want to be next to the one I love.
I don't care what this will cost me.
I don't care whether this will do my life good or bad.
I don't care whether this person loves me or not.
All I want, all I need is to be close to the one I love"

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I am writing (as if!)... and reading/reviewing again... and helping a project...

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My dear cousin passed the bar exam. Yahoo!

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A friend is in a unique relationship, one that is probably looked down by society. 10 years... and still counting...

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Fleur broke up with his boyfriend (again) for the same reason, his boyfriend lied and cheated on her. Who knows if she'll welcome him back again or will let him go for real.. and.. or.. maybe, love herself more. But for now, we'll belt out the heartaches in a song. That's what videoke bars are here for.

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Tetet will get married this May.. and I am going to be the maid of honor. I witnessed how their love affair started to blossom and how it becomes as it is today. Nice story. I am so excited I already have a speech in mind but of course I'm not going to post it here today..surprise..surprise.. surprise. Yeah, it's a nice speech, definitely from the heart, whatever shape it is now..hmm..

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Walking away or sticking it out? Maybe, if you stayed long enough you'll find out.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

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Golda strikes again straight through the heart. What child is this? Hehe :)
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In a name
By Golda

what it's in a name?

it's all the terrible
and wonderful,
impossibilities and possibilities
that each letter holds,
every promise
in every lovable,
meaningless syllable.

its sound, how it rolls
round my tongue;
its taste and texture
oh how it makes me
all giggly.
and fluttery
and totally
mad, crazy.

what's in a name?
in it, within it
are my dreams,
and my hearts desire-

you say his name, yet
you're not calling him, but still
my cheeks burn
and my eyes stray-
and it burns, it burns
yet
i like the way it burns.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Conspiracy Theory

He made you blush

when all is young and motorcycles give you rush
when just a smile makes your day complete
and you wished...oh!.. he should have been...

The one, but the hope never came
and the other came along
friendship blooms so true and real
someday, maybe.. he would have been...

The one, but someone crashes in
your heart, your mind, and everything's in between
life unfolds, life stands still
baby, you could have been...

The one true thing is, it's all a might have been
and you were left in the middle...wondering
all have touched your heart, all have made you cry
(there's a reason for everything, so stop asking why)

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...the pain of that ending will eventually stop, although you will probably always bear a little scar-- that scar will not be a symbol of defeat or suffering but a point of pride of having lived through something, survived and flourished...

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