The Words I Would Say

     What do you do when you couldn’t have been more wrong about something, and now you’ve realized the error in your ways? I have been there a couple of times (not that I am proud of it), but so has every other human being who is willing to accept the fact that he/she is not perfect. I mean, this particular scenario I have in my mind was very touching, and completely exciting for me. It took me a couple of months before I realized that I was missing the whole point. But I don’t want to just talk about how I got the point wrong, I want to talk about my reaction after I had looked up and realized that I was almost lost, and was on the wrong track.       So there I was, on my computer, trying to make a difference in my world. But in there was a motive. I didn’t just want to write articles that could trigger positive change in people; I wanted to cross a number off my to-do list. I desperately wanted to get 1000 hits on my blog. For...

    Permanently locked in every human is the inate ability to see beyond the ordinary... to see far above what the eye permits us to see in the physical. That is the idea that birth this article; the idea that I can see something that refuses to stay in the physical, suppressed by emotions and buried deep within tough situations and circumstances. The idea that there is something happening to someone, somewhere out there.      Being human goes far beyond the ability to perform every function of a living thing (otherwise, we might as well hang out with the goats). It's the traits, emotions and thinking ability that separates us from the pack of living things and sets us aside as humans. It is that human side that this blog appeals to. It calls on that side to provoke itself to positive change, build on good qualities already acquired, and learn from scratch that which makes us human, and makes life worth living.    ...

      I just know it; I can feel it deep down within me. After all is said and done, there’s going to be a time when I’ll be alone. And in that time, I might be sitting, standing, or lying, and I’ll sure reflect on all my life has been. And at that point, nothing is going to matter, just the one thought that would dominate all others in my mind. It’s either I lived my life as I should, or I didn’t. Either I touched someone or I didn’t. Either I made a difference in someone’s life or I didn’t. Either I answered a question in the universe or I left another question to be answered. Either I lived and loved or I just existed. Either I made every breath count or didn’t. Either I’ll be remembered forever or I would be forgotten in the twinkle of an eye. Either I rose to great heights or I was stuck on the ground. Either I discovered my purpose and destiny or I got lost chasing mirages. Either I reminisce about what could, would, or should have been or I tell st...

      Everyone loves the truth. Well not everyone loves to say the truth, but everyone wants to hear it. That explains why you get mad when someone lies to you, especially someone you trust, or whose opinion matters to you. As a matter of fact, no one likes being lied to, because sooner or later, some important choice or decision is going to be made based on that lie, and the outcome is almost often not so pleasant. Even half the truth is just as bad as telling a lie because the part you’d want to hide is the most important part of all. But my mind races to the lie. You’d be surprised that lies kinda have some logic bomb designed inside them, once the required conditions have been adequately met, the explosion is loud and deafening, bright and blinding, hot, steaming and burning away at the tongue that utters it. Before I delve into true lies, I’d like to say a bit about the believe system. Human beings from time past have always been prone to believing in s...

       Wow! Twelve posts of “The Words I would Say” and I’m beginning to marvel. We can actually pull this off! I once tried to imagine how writers felt in two very real situations in their lives. The first was that situation where a writer writes, but readers don’t read what he writes. I’m telling you it rips your heart out. Just the fact that there’s no medium to get his work out sort of kills him slowly from the inside. Every writer desires that his/her work be read; to a large extent, that’s all he/she is really asking for. The second situation is that the writer sees his work being read. Imagine the feeling a writer has when he’s sitting in a bus or in the corner of the park and he sees the person sitting next to him totally engrossed in his book, without that person knowing he is sitting beside the author of that book. I’m telling you it’s a feeling everyone would love to have, it’s one those who have experienced wouldn’t want to trade for anything. ...

Been quite a while since I wrote on here (although I secretly sign in to check the counter), hope I’m forgiven. Personally, I think actually being honest is a lot harder than writing something honest. That explains why I don’t write here as often as I should. I want to write stuff I believe in, stuff that actually work, and not just write them, but write them honestly. Because sooner or later, I’m sitting alone in my corner of the world feeling down and even I log in just to read these words to myself. So when I write on this blog, I hope it becomes a source of encouragement and hope for you; something you want to read when life throws some tough situation at you. Sometimes I feel that if I knew or saw someone passing through my situation or something similar, and is still holding on, I get the feeling that I too can hold on tight. That’s what I’m doing, that’s why I’m writing; I want to be that person for you. Thanks for your support so far, you’ve been wonderful!    ...

Have you ever caught yourself saying that? Or have you ever been told? Maybe not and maybe you’ve heard and maybe you’ve both heard and told yourself. One of the greatest steps to positive change is first of all admitting there’s something wrong with the status quo and that things ought not to be the way they are, and then being open to that change. Until we find something wrong with the way things are, we’d probably be stuck right where we are, without ever moving forward. If you’re not a worrier, then the rest of us can learn a lot from you. But if you are, then this write up is for you, maybe it will encourage and correct you as much as it has me. A few days ago I heard myself say I worry too much and I’ve been told a couple of times. I can recall several months ago when I said I thrived on worry. But talking about change and being open to it made me realize all I was doing was killing myself over nothing. That is exactly what worry does… it kills you. Everyone passes through tryi...