- Friday, May 04, 2007

A Creed to Live By

Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.
We are different and each of us is special.
But many times, if we learn to be true to ourselves, comparison and contrast seem inevitable. Though we know, yes, that we could only live life to the fullest if comparison and contrast cease to exist within us, our thoughts. But could we be free of this? Can we wipe away all the insecurities that caused us to compare ourselves with others unconsciously? Could we banish all fear and past hurts comparison and contrast had done to us? Can we erase our lifestyle of comparison and contrast?


Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
Yet, many times I can't help but to think that what people, especially those I cling on to so firmly and my heart emotionally depends on them, say is the right one, the right path. I can't be sure, many times, what is really right and best for me simply because the vague future stretches to an unknown land and only those who've walked the path could direct me to the right island I'm supposed to go.


Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.
It's difficult to not take myself for granted when others expect me to do well. Yet again, I can force myself to forget their expectations and live life the way I want to.


Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future.
By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.
Seldom do we realize that it would be impossible to not live in the past, not to recall past events, both sincerely good and horribly haunting, that still haunts us. It is impossible not to think about the past. And when negativity had surrounded us and bound us, we can't help but to wish for a better tomorrow, a day when no tears would be shed, a day when no pain would be made. Is this possible? To live a day at a time. But at the same time if this is done, we wouldn't have any expectations for tomorrow. And how can the saying "To fail to plan is to plan to fail" fit in now?


Don't give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
Define something. Then I'll tell you what I think about this phrase. Because many times, text out of the context is pretext.


Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.
It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.
Agrees to first sentence, but not to the second. Because to be bound with another involves a multitude of dynamics that cannot be ignored. And these are the rating scales that defines binds.


Don't be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Such falsehood can only be applied to fairy tales because people like me had forgotten how to encounter risks.


Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love. The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Ideal. Certainly ideal. But if love is not experienced, how can one give love? Just like if a person doesn't know what it is like to go through labor and give birth to a new soul, how can he/she tell it with emotional to another?


Don't dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without hope is to be without purpose.
Beautiful sentence. Beautiful makeup. Dreams tend to be a masquerading imagination that you can't possible touch. If desire is filled for it, a passionate chase for it would eventually turn to futile effort. Hence,

    Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.

Just like our dreams. Our unsung melody. Our futile hopes for tomorrow.

Go dream that one you'll be a hero! Go dream that one day you'll a princess!
Watch how this desire consumes you until you find nothing but ashes
Being tossed by the wind, twisting to and fro, back and forth!
Go dream! Go dream! Go dream!
What a futile gain - building castles in the air!



Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you're going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Tell me then, oh tell me then,
How can life be tasted? How can life be felt?
Since everything is just like a ghost
Waiting to scare us of our lungs
Just like a roaring hungry lion
Waiting to ambush us and eat us up!
Tell me then, oh tell me then,
How can life be meaningful
If we continue our expectancy
And in the end get hurt for nothing?
If we continue to dream futile dreams
And in the end get smashed at every side - reality's cruelty?
Tell me then, oh tell me then,
Since we try so hard to force ourselves not to compare
But in the compare ourselves with others
Asking
"Why can he/she not compare and still live life to the fullest
And why can't I not compare yet can't live life to the fullest?"
Only a dramatic idiot could sing such ideal song.
Only a dreaming poet could speak such imaginative statement.
Because life is none but pain
And to live life to the fullest
Is to know that despite the pain
Despite the rain
Nothing can truly satisfy and quench our desires of being the attention
Yet forgiving ourselves for the past
Striving and hoping better for the future
And knowing that the present was meant to be the best.
For our future. For our hearts. For us.

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