Isolation to the Fifth

It's Day Five. Five freakin' days of isolation, of watching anything on TV, of waiting for the strike of the fourth hour for meds, of being stuck, and of trying to keep myself sane. It hasn't been easy, trust me. But neither will being mad about it make it any better. Go figure.

There's something about being away from society that allows someone to think things through, to have an idea of where things stand. Yes, that's the norm. What isn't normal, though, is how things come to you when you don't even ask for them. Things you normally wouldn't have the chance to come across if you hadn't been subjected to almost a week of not facing anyone outside your family circle. It's these little blessings that can somehow put a smile on anyone's face, much less mine. Sadly, there's a sad side that comes with it.

This thing that's happening, with me being in a place I know I really don't belong to anymore, may have just been pushed to some extent. It's not that I regret anything, but it's just that there's been a good eye-opener today that's leading towards more things that should not have been there in the first place. And I hope I'm f*ckin' wrong.

I'll be back in society sometime soon, there's no question there. But what I'll be going back to will be quite different from when I left. And the change won't only be coming from the people in the society, but from myself as well. Let's be optimistic and say that it isn't really a big deal. But I'd like to think it is. It freakin' is.

To be honest, there's something I've been looking forward to for a while now. From the writing of this post, it's one down, four to go. I sure hope as hell that you would be there too. All of you. 'Coz when it does, we'll all be celebrating something, though it'll be a different reason for everyone. Cheers.

Breaking a Break

It's been a long while since I've written any sort of write-up. Heck, it's also been a long time since I've wanted to, but decided to put it off because writing one's thoughts on-screen can make one vulnerable to emotion - something I admit I've been trying to avoid lately. But here you are. And this is another post. Best we get along with it.

Now that the Lakers are finally through chasing a three-peat, miserably failing to do so in the process, I'm initially left with rooting for the Bulls for the remainder of the playoffs. Bummer. Sad, if you may. But hey, we all go through different stages in our lives, some better than others. Even if it won't be clear at that instant. We'll see where it goes.

Lately though, there's been a lot of things going through my head. Some sad, others quite desperate, but most of the time they're of the future kind. You know, that thing a certain speaker told an audience: creative visualization? Yeah, it sort of sounded quite like that. Only thing, there is a certain level of balance that one has to achieve in order to get the most efficient output. Not claiming here that I do, but I think I may have an idea. And to have that thought in mind is the most likely first step.

I've been wanting to do a lot of things. Take care of this, start that, read these, conquer the world...you know, the usual stuff most of my kind think of. Thing is, I lack some sort of inspiration to be able to carry through these stuff. It's not like looking at a bunny rabbit is enough to make you smile - sometimes, you gotta grab that scene and make it yours. Literally and figuratively. But how do you start? Is there an e-book over on Demonoid  that allows you to do so? I think not, for if there were I would have long found it already. The Missing Manual, it'll likely be called. But who knows for sure, really.

In all honesty, these are all rants. That part's quite obvious. What it isn't is what you ain't reading, and those are found between each and every line you've just read. I'd give a trip to Paris and Rio to the one person who is able to find out what those thoughts between the lines are. Seriously.

To each his own, my friend. To each his own.

Clock work

Imagine a clock that just got smashed by a hammer - bad.

You see all those little pieces scattered all around?

Now imagine, if you had to put all those pieces back together to get the clock working again. Would you?

Time Off

While it is a common cliche that time is gold, there ought to be a standard definition of what 'gold' really stands for. For some, it is the literal - gold just means monetary riches, not necessarily the element that it used to represent. To others, it is more hypothetical. Some would even go as far as philosophical, where knowledge will lead to that concept of 'gold'.

And while I do not disagree with any of those stated above, I believe we are all resigned to the fact that 'gold' can, in one way or another, refer to life itself. It can refer to health, and a good one at that. For what is the use of riches when we can't be there to enjoy it.

Next time you try and stress yourself out with all you're doing, take some time to lean back. Take a break, and take some time off. You might just need it. Who knows, maybe your idle hands might just be what's lacking in your next adventure.

finally

i'm finally getting a blog with the words 'ruffy' and 'heredia' on the URL - for the first time. mark this day for such a wonderful event, 'coz it might lead you to places you've never even dreamed about.