who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?

 

…Because when you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's BRAVE…

Coraline (Neil Gaiman)

i fear cockroaches, but they have nothing to do with this entry. i just want you to know that. so in case you see me and you have a cockroach in your pocket, please (please lang, with begging) don't show it to me. you'll kill me. instant! (that's an exageration, yes. but, i fear them so much, i could cry at the sight of them "looking" at me)

anyways, i saw that quote posted on my right. and i said, "hmmm…" he he he…i do that all the time. hmmm at things that get my interest. hmmm…

well, i guess Coraline said the truest! when one is afraid of doing something but takes the risk anyway, then that person shows bravery of the purest form. when as a child we're 100% sure the closet in our bedrooms contains mumus of all sorts  but we sleep in that room anyway, then that's 100% bravery! when entering a new school brings a lot of anxiety in us and we still continue to study there is another bravery. when going through adulthood, we fear a lot of difficulty but still we go through each day with confidence then that's bravery!

it need not be participating in fights that we become brave. what Coraline wants us to know is that facing fear itself makes us brave. and not just making people get the impression of our valor. that accepting the harsh reality and going about it instead of letting it gobble us is what matters.

simply put in a child's perspective, anyone could be brave. anyone could be a captain of his own ship. a master of his own life. oh and many more!

i am getting old

i decided to go to the office in the end, after waking later than my usual waking hours and spending the whole morning with my brother at home washing our week-old laundry after Athan left for Batangas. hay! and then around 5:30 pm, i received a text message (out of nowhere) from a dear friend…a very good friend of mine…and that virtual conversation made me ponder (i am doing this while working, yes).

and that phone conversation we had thru text had me thinking…hmmm…is there really genuine happiness in each of us? are we really that content with what we have? i guess the answer lies in our selves. no one could tell for sure if a person is happy just by asking the person or looking at the well-being of that person. well, i guess, happines is, like many other aspects of life, relative. i suppose that's the reason Einstein became popular with his law of relativity…

i have my own share of frustrations that, well, hinder being thoroughly happy with my life right now. i have a lot of things to be happy and content about, but sometimes, there's a nagging sense in me to drift from all this. crazy? maybe…i don't really know. pero it's just a phase we all go through rin.which means it is not a permanent case. what matters is that we end up finding ourselves whole and, you know, happy. i may be wanting something still, but in the end, it'll be me, ysa, and athan. it's my wholeness, us three. ang weird noh?

i just got to think about that…

again, as i told her, old age makes one sentimental.

why did i think about those thoughts? i don't know. Life sometimes is toxic. really. it gets the better of us. leaving us with…i don't know. just a portion of what we have thrived to make whole.

am i making sense or is it because this is new for me to stay late in the office? i'm going home around 10:45 tonight…and early tomorrow, i'll do some "picture snapping" at Tagaytay (my place to be). maybe i could find a nice subject…hmmm…oh well.