“..she just up and quit. Staying there any longer, she concluded, was a waste of time. I think it was the right move, but if I can be allowed a mediocre generalization, don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it’d lose even its imperfection.” — Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Secrets and pretenses; lies we tell ourselves and encouraging words we prefer to hear so we’d sleep better at night, essentially are acts of self preservation and nails on the wooden overcoat of our principles. You are, after all, the one who’d live out your life.
Breathe in. I see a good life. A life that flows in harmony with my principles. I am surrounded by energies that buoy me up, challenge me to be the better person, fortify the strength and courage I posses to face misfortunes head on, enable me to say, “life is good.”
Breathe out. The choice to acknowledge weaknesses will make room for learning. The choice to recognise the importance of quality over quantity in anything or anyone will be a far worthy undertaking than settling for duplicity and knives. The choice to know that a mother, however villainous it may seem at that time, will never condone a selfish and unjust act.
Many are the pointless things in this life that may seem significant for a moment. Choosing to remain fixed on the bigger picture will prevent me from getting lost in the details. All things, pointless or not, are temporary. Pawns and puppets to the grand scheme orchestrated.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I live in an imperfect world where there are no mistakes and everything is a test. Life is good.
Trivia: Photo taken using the Hipstamatic app on an iPhone 4S in Alabang, Muntinlupa City, Philippines, March 2012.