Friday, January 31, 2014

G for Goals

I love making lists. List of books to-read, movies to-watch, songs to-listen, places to-go, restaurants to-try, things to-buy and so on and so forth. But most of all, I love making a list of goals I want to achieve in my lifetime. It gives me the excitement and fuel for life. It makes me look forward to something. It keeps me focused and reminds me of what really matters.

But sometimes, it can get very discouraging. Most especially when I start to fall short on achieving a goal. And the next thing I know is I'm giving up on every remaining goal in my list. It happens quite often but then realizations come after a long session of moping and contemplating. I am reminded that things happen for a reason. Just because what I've hoped for didn't happen doesn't mean it can't get any better. Disappointments shouldn't stop me. Instead, it should serve as a fuel to move forward and do better until I can be at my best.

I have failed several times on achieving my goals. But still, here I am resiliently making a list of them, hoping this time I'd be able make myself proud. And that this time, I am not just relying on what I have planned for me but also on whatever comes my way, there is a chance to be happy and to grow and to be free.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

#01

I suck at English so much why why why. I really do belong in Engineering. But I wanna be good in English. I somehow want to be a writer. I've always been a frustrated writer. I’d like to think I used to be good at writing. Or not. But I can be who I want to be right? And I can be a writer if I want to. I can write what I feel. I can write what I want to say. I can write thoughts that can brighten up someone’s day or break someone’s heart. I can write to express and not to impress. That’s what matters, right? But I guess, I haven’t read enough. I have to keep on reading. Continue reading books, magazines, newspapers, blogs, tweets and whatnot. And watch more movies, too. It’s not my academics that hinder me from doing this. Rather, it’s my laziness. I have to push myself harder to combat it. No more excuses.