Sigh. If there's something much worse than being myopic, it's being spiritual myopic: It's when it's right there in front of you, but you can barely see it. It's not being able to see what's coming unless it's already smacked right at your face. Sorry, that was a bit violent, but you do get the point.
I don't know what to write exactly. This, I guess, would just fall into my rambling category, being just a spontaneous rush of thoughts. I don't think I want to waste a good philosophy or something of the sort. I was just reading John Green's An Abundance of Katherines when I came across this thought: sometimes, you can be too "smart", yet end up being too myopic to even recognize what's right in front of you.
What is this that I have trouble accepting?
Is it the fact that I could never experience it?
Or is it the fact that it is something that might be given, but not just yet?
Even people's ideas mess up with yours and God's, it drives me nuts whenever I give it a chance. Even spiritual sisters say things that differ from each other. One says this, and one says that, you wouldn't have a chance to think it over for yourself before another "advice" is offered. Okay. Maybe those weren't advices. Maybe they were opinions. Really, I'm not sure about anything about it right now, I've resorted to just not telling anyone things unless I want things to get mixed up and confusing again. Because honestly, being a girl who sometimes could not shut her mouth up, things not supposed to be spoken just slip out of my mouth unrealized. Oh, what am I saying. I have to get tips for story-telling now from Freitag. :/
Anyway, maybe I was too soaked up with my what ifs. Sometimes I just want to give myself a big shove into reality once more. And sometimes, I just literally slap my face just to wake me up from such a lousy fantasy even the Grimms brothers wouldn't believe in. Sigh. Oh, self. You need to pickup that spiritual glasses right in front of you. :)
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Realism Creeping In
Was it just me? Or was it gone too soon?
Were all those just delusions? Or did those things actually decide to stop altogether?
Was I really meant to cross the river? Or was there never really a river to begin with?
Was it actually there? Or was it, just like everything else, a dream too that I shouldn't have had?
I knew it. I shouldn't have had stepped on that tiny platform which turned out to be too weak to handle exuberance, and false hopes too artificial, and too heavy to carry.
Still, I also do not know if that platform was real or just a trick of my mind.
Tell me. Was it just me? Or was it - all of it - just gone too soon?
My Touchstone Autobiography
Again, I still do not have time to write in this blog for now. Crammed up in between my paper works and final requirements, I still believe it isn't right to just abandon this blog until I'm requirement-free. Since I discovered this piece amongst my long-forgotten folders, I might as well post it here. This is actually the autobiography I submitted when I became Touchstone for a brief moment. I do not write as well as the other two Touchstones do, but I still feel good just to reach this far. :)
P.S. I know, I called myself "Katherine" here. But what could I do? I do not just introduce myself as "Aine" to people who do not even know how to pronounce it correctly. So, yeah. Haha. Here you go.
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P.S. I know, I called myself "Katherine" here. But what could I do? I do not just introduce myself as "Aine" to people who do not even know how to pronounce it correctly. So, yeah. Haha. Here you go.
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It
was during that moment when she decided to give up on her childhood
dreams of becoming an actress and a naturalist when she realized she
had unconsciously loved both language and literature even before she
had started those dreams.
Katherine
was seven when she started writing poems for her parents. It was
nothing fancy. She was not a prodigy like the kids we see on Promil
and other milk ads. The poems she used to write were ones with the
basic rhyme schemes as if they were Mother Goose's nursery rhymes'
offsprings. Eventually, she put her love for writing poems on hold
when she was towards the end of her grade school years – the time
she realized she was barely good enough. After her graduation, there
was only a brief and unnoticeable transition before she entered
MSU-IIT Integrated Developmental School. Soon enough, her previous
affair with literature had been strangled by her environment.
Suddenly she was trained for the maths and sciences. Although it was
somehow agonizing on her part to face numbers and scientific symbols
the most part of the day, she obliged, and the only breather she had
for the day was her English class.
For
three long years she had convinced herself she'd be a naturalist, and
do documentaries on the chimpanzees in the tropical rainforests of
the Southeast. Almost. On her fourth year, she traced her steps back
to her first love: writing, and this time, she didn't care. It was in
this year that she had been loose of her chains. She began writing
short stories and unfinished novellas and eventually filled her room
with piles of cheap notebooks she calls “manuscripts”. It was a
hobby she privately enjoyed, until the day she entered the world of
filmmaking.
On
her senior year, Katherine had written and directed a film,
Checkmate, which made its way to Cinemagis, a regional
film festival. She received the award for Best Director and was also
chosen to be one of the delegates of CinemaRehiyon, a national
film festival by NCCA. This was the moment she had been dubbed as
Philippine's Youngest Independent Director, though she
personally thinks it's no big deal since no more than a few people
she knows care anyway. She kept that to herself for a while, like a
Cinderella who just got home from the royal ball.
Sometimes,
Katherine thinks, she just always was too early for anything. When
she wanted to see the world for the first time, she was one month
premature. Then when she wanted to read better, she started school
early. Katherine wouldn't be eighteen until next year, and she's on
her third year in college already. Ironically, she values time. She
believes there is a time for everything, and the things in this life
would eventually meet her at some point. All she has to do is wait.
It
is in her weaknesses that she believes she shines the most, because
by then it would not be she who is at work, but the Lord, Whom she
takes her strength from. Like an ancient chant, she repeats this in
her head everyday: “I can do all things through Christ who
strengthens me.” And it's true. She does believe in it with all of
her heart.
Katherine
Aine Codas is a proud Subanon. Her roots could be traced back to the
tribes living at the Zamboanga del Sur area. It was her father who
taught her to embrace her identity because that was one of the things
that made her special. She embraced her color, and eventually, the
unusual stories about her ancestors both her dad and her grandfather
used to tell her. She loves being a Filipina. She wants to write more
about her native land. She dreams to showcase her culture through her
works. She wants to write about her own people. She wants to look
back at the real Philippines. As an English major, Katherine wishes
to make known to the world what it still does not know about our
country. She wants the world to see this beauty that had been hidden
for so long. That is the legacy she wants to leave her fellow A.B.
English students. She wants them to look back and search for that
lost connection we used have with our native land. Our culture. Our
arts. The traditions we had forgotten. And even our old stories. If
we could never go back to it, at least we could share them to the
world. Katherine believes that it is one of our roles as English
majors to make the real “us” globally known.
Katherine
is just an ordinary girl you might have even bumped into a couple of
times, though you never seemed to notice. She might even be what
people regard to as invisible. Although it does not bother her, she
realized it maybe was time for her to shine the light. Yes. Maybe it
was time for her lamp to be
uncovered. She might not know how big the impact she would be making
now she's a Touchstone of the month, but she would try to let the
candle glow even brighter. Things, she believes, would be better.
She
believes in change. She believes in light. She believes it never is
too late for anything.
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