Of Passion and Happiness

"There have been such gems amongst us who have changed the course of the world because they could look at the world differently."
- Ram Shankar Nikumbh, Like Stars On Earth

The world offers a lot of reasons for us to smile and laugh. the world has a variety of angles to look at and if we get the right ones, there's no telling how much impact it can have in awakening our passions, desires and ultimate goals of happiness.

Like Stars On Earth has just been a beacon of truth to me in my journey through life. Like Stars On Earth is a story about Ishaan (Darsheel Safary), a young boy who is ridiculed and scorned because of his incompetence in coping up in school thus being labeled as a duffer and a loser. But Ram (Aamir Khan), the art teacher, was different. With his compassion and patience, he saw through Ishaan's failures and discovered that he was suffering from Dyslexia but at the same time withholding a magnificent gift -- painting. Through time, Ram helped Ishaan actualize his gift and guided him as he expressed his inner beauty.

It got me thinking about what I really want to do in life. Ram gave me the answer.

I want to help people, especially these little kids, who are hurting and harboring all these pain, shame and guilt inside. imagine the torment they have to live through. i want to be there for them and open up a new reality, a new definition of their value. i want to help them switch on their inner radiance as they show the world how special they really are and motivate others to feel the same. i want to inspire them to become an inspiration.

Maybe God was really right all along. I was never meant for the corporate world and that I really had to come back to the medical field -- for me to mend the hearts of these children.

and i know, somehow, that this is my passion because it makes me happy, genuinely.

"You be the sun, radiate light. You are the river, don't you know? Flow on, fly high. You'll find your purpose where you find your happiness."
-Like Stars On Earth

Diary of a Deprived #1

I have always known how it feels to be bereft -- not with provisions, education and what not . . . save friends.

I'm not a needy person nor am I desperate but it just felt really good as I watched Raju embrace and celebrate the moments of having friends like Rancho and Farhan. And as I watched 3 Idiots, I cannot help but feel that heart-wrenching grip of envy as i wonder (i always did) how it feels to be him.

I remember growing up, I'd wish, no, not wish, I'd beg God every summer break that when I get back to school, I'd have friends like them.

To actualize the feeling that you get from that movie, having those people who'd make you believe that everything's possible as long as you're together, who'd exhaust all means there are in the world just to stand by with each other, who'd bring you to moments of foolishness and triumph one after another and who'd forget time just to create memories that will be cherished forever meant one of the deepest desires of my very life.

And to every tear of gratitude Raju shed, mine did too . . .

. . . but with a wanting to feel the same.

:'|

Diary of an Abandoned #1

People really do come and go.
and the going part isn't exactly easy nor is it pleasant, but nevertheless, it happens.

that's the reason why, before this happens, you really got to make the most out of it.
I don't wanna say "enjoy it while it lasts" because it sounds really materialistic but that just summarizes the whole point of it.

Some may be very fortunate; those who go, do return. but there are those who do not, whether they choose to or circumstances demand, i cannot tell, but definitely, the latter is what's heart breaking the most.

It hurts to lose people you have grown close with because somehow, they bring with them a little part of you that can never be replaced. and whenever you look inside yourself, you see those little empty spaces that have once made you complete and you cannot help but experience that crushing feeling of missing them. But at the same time, when people leave, they bestow a part of them with you and somehow, this is what you use to patch up those empty spaces inside and these parts they leave you with, they have all sorts of shapes, sizes, colors and textures brought about by different experiences and interaction. yet, you try so hard to piece them in, to make you whole again in one way or another..


at the end of the day, when you look back, when you look inside yourself, you see the "you" like a piece of white cloth with patches from people you have stitched in place as part of your dear memory.

It may not exactly look perfect but at least you can say "my life has been colorful because of you".

:'|

Inception

i have always wanted to write a diary or something in which i can save my memories to a permanence but never found myself actualizing the desire. it always starts with an urge to express but ends with a decision to bury it in my unconscious. i tried writing blogs on the internet and not continuing it after a few days and somehow, i fear it will happen again.

A friend of mine just asked me to create a blog for reasons i wish he'd tell me. apparently, i agreed. so here it is; my first blog ever since i stopped.

i wish to continue this even if i do not write on it on a daily basis. adding the fact that i am already guaranteed to one reader (which is him and i hope that i really am guaranteed of this). Sometimes it motivates you if you have at least a few of your friends who follow you and unearth those little details they thought were minor but actually make up the majority, if not the whole, of your being.

Ok. First post ends here. ;)