I know that this is not exactly the best way to celebrate 28 years of existence, much more kick off posting after a long absence here. But things happen, despite you wishing them not to. I’ve been out of the loop for a while mainly because a lot of things happened to me during the last months. Compound that with a lot of work-related stress and you get the picture.
Just like in Job 1:21, He gives things to and takes things from us in a similar manner. It makes me sad that the most unfortunate time coincided when I was nearing my birthday – which is the only thing I look forward to now. Long-time readers know that I prefer giving something of value, so I’ll take a break from entries talking about physical sustenance for now. Let me give some food for the heart and soul instead.
I realized that there are three types of people who enter our lives: those who enter for a reason, for a season, and for a lifetime. I mentioned this in a prior entry some years ago. People who enter for a reason do so to impart a lesson most of the time. The second kind arrives for a season to remind about the things that matter, making beautiful memories with us at the same time. Finding people who enter our lives for a lifetime is like searching for a needle in a haystack, but many say that it comes at the most unexpected instances.
I realized that all of us live on borrowed time and no one knows when it will all be over. All good things have an end for one reason or another. Heck, even my relationship was a trial period and God put a stop to that. He made me enjoy four years of being in a relationship, but she had to let go because of her dream. See how impermanent things are? I can’t blame God, however, as that’s the nature of fate itself; you’re on top of the world one day, you’re on rock bottom another day. I don’t know why good things come to an end when you’re starting to enjoy life, but the memories will remain – impervious to the wear and tear of the world. Thus, you become thankful. Thankful for every single day that you get to wake up, and thankful for every opportunity to even walk among the living in this world.
I realized that people will belittle you no matter what talents or achievements you may possess. You can’t force people to like you, but it’s easier to tell them to fuck off the moment they start belittling you. Let’s face it: people only remember you when they need something. I’m not surprised that we have lone wolves today that prefer isolating themselves instead of blending in with the crowd. It takes an incredible amount of courage to do so. Besides, isn’t forcing people to treat two-faced liars with kindness a stupid idea in itself?
I realized that no matter how many times I try to put intelligent discussion forward, idiots – whether foreigners or locals – will still find a way to ruin everything. Knowledge has no more place in today’s world, and stupidity is much more celebrated. Bizarro World? No, that’s the reality we live in. The wise man has no friends because he reveals deception and points out veracity. He learns from the mistakes and triumphs he experienced and what others before him have written down.
I realized that people with lighter skin get more attention even though they create shit. I’m not like those popular foreign bloggers around and those Filipinos that try to emulate the destructive and hedonistic Western lifestyle. Nightly alcohol-laced visits to the club? Fashionable clothes and accessories? Oh, expect that shit to trend. But wait, you visit my blog because what I write about makes sense to you? Who the flying fuck are you trying to trick?
I realized that me living, growing old, and dying alone is a reality I have to accept as early as now. I don’t have a lot of friends and I’m too old to make new ones as I mentioned here previously, and even I have to let go of my partner so she can fulfill her dream.
I realized that I’m done, I’m washed up, and I’m burned out at life. But still, we continue to play the hand we’re dealt with. I don’t know until when, but still I keep on hammering on. Never mind that I’m the Nowhere Man now as long as I’m going my way. Never mind that I’m as brown as a Filipino could be. Most of our heroes and revolutionary figures had brown skin, yet stood up to colonists that had fairer skin tone. Never mind that some of those heroes were hated by their fellowmen, such as Antonio Luna.
With that said, I realize that I don’t want a memorial service the moment my dead body gets discovered. I would prefer to be buried or cremated by the end of the day. It’s saddening that people will say good things about you when you are gone, only to forget about you entirely the moment you are laid to rest.
1. The featured image for this entry is from this Michael Rooker interview by Hollywood Reporter. In case you wondered – yes, that’s Yondu Udonta; Ravager-turned-Guardian of the Galaxy, who made up for his past misdeeds with the ultimate act of sacrifice.
2. You might have noticed that I am now allowing Western followers here, as I have changed the Blog Policy section last October 18. Since I cannot comment on most of the About pages of these new followers, I’m taking the chance to thank them – in the four major Romance languages respectively. (Pardon me if the translation is screwed as I am using Google Translate.)
ITALIANO: Grazie mille per aver seguito The Monching’s Guide!
FRANÇAIS: Merci beaucuop d’avoir suivi The Monching’s Guide!
ESPAÑOL: Muchas gracis por seguir The Monching’s Guide!
PORTUGUÊSE: Muito obrigado por seguir o The Monching’s Guide!