Cookie Break

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I have no idea, why in the world, I titled this Cookie Break.

The thing came to mind, while I was unfolding this small table and chair that I’m currently sitting in, decorated by Snoopy looking at a bunch of Oreos and thinking “Cookie Break!”

It’s a table and chair meant for my 2-year old nephew, but I think I feel most comfortable writing by using it.

And as I get through typing the lines you’ve just read, I think I quite figured out why I’m being final with calling this entry, “Cookie Break”…

After so much that has happened since my last entry, this is the only time that I can write with my mind entirely focused on what I’m about to share..!

I hope it won’t be so long that it’d bore you, dear Reader. I’m writing this, as most of my entries are, completely impromptu! So for all the rough edges of this piece, I sincerely apologize!

What started out as a quite intense day of activities and a big chunk of necessary out-of-pocket expenses towards a family visit I had fears about, turned out to be quite the healing trip for me.

In all the craziness, that I cannot even began to enumerate here I believe that by listening to the people that invited us over.

Listening to other people’s stories that they have to tell…even by simply, listening- quieting down your own worries that clog your heart and mind, and opening your thoughts-you suddenly get a break from the struggles that feel as if they aren’t going to end.

The lyrics of EXO’s Lucky One “너와 나의 평행선”| “The parallel lines that are you and me” somehow makes a deeper impression to me now.

In our darkest times we feel as if we’re alone and no one can ever understand the pain we’re going through.

But maybe, in all the differences of our stories, there are some common points. Points that make the difference for us to keep going on and/or to be thankful for having gone through what we’ve been through.

Stories that make us go, “wow, he/she went through all that? And he’s/she’s still here? All good? Maybe I can make it too..”

Stories that make us go, “I didn’t know he/she had to endure all that. I didn’t know that he’s/she’s like that. Maybe I’ve been looking at all of this in the wrong way, as well…”

Or maybe stories that are so strikingly similar as our stories of our past, that now, we’re the ones meant to help others get through theirs.

Maybe we’re all not that different. And that we’re like two parallel lines, unique as who we are, but striving towards the same hopes of a better future.

I suddenly remembered this quote from a video I watched many times before:

This world isn’t perfect. This means it isn’t perfectly good: but it isn’t perfectly bad, either.The ease comes with hardship. Shift focus of what you see, and your experience of this life will change.

-Yasmin Mogahed

I guess that quote perfectly sums up my thoughts for this evening.

And from the little I could share here, I hope you find the cookie break you needed and the strength to push forward again. Hope a little rambling from a little tree can become that cookie that energizes someone out there!

 

G.T. (Growing Tree)

Ballpen: A short anecdote| T.O.A.

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“I’m sorry to disturb you. But I hope you understand. I am a father, with children who I send to school. This is the only moral way I know to earn a living. If you could just buy (even one or a few), it would mean a great deal. Thank you!”

 

Those were the few words uttered by the elder man who was obviously roaming the streets earlier today- amidst the sorching heat of the sun and danger of going from jeep to jeep in the middle of heavy traffic. He  basket full of pens in hand and small printed notes that more or less said what he had uttered.

All this, just so he could send his child(ren) to school.

Some may say, it could be another modus operandi, a hoax to get people’s money. It’s a thing so common in the Philippines when you roam the streets and you encounter indigents who ask for alms. There are people who take advantage of the suffering of others…

Others who think that they have no other choice, if they wish to survive.

But dare I say, where is the proof? Would we dare choose to believe the latter whilst knowing that there is an equally high chance that a simple ballpen could mean a child’s future?

But besides all this, I was nearly moved to tears…

I felt guilty…

 

Being still considered a fresh graduate and having earned my license last October, my current job has had me in the ropes. I’ve faced challenges and situations that have me constantly pondering whether I did the right thing, and/or whether the struggles are worth it.

 

But what are my struggles, compared to others who choose to push on? Like that man who had put aside any concern for his health and being for the sake of the future of another?

 

Love.

 

Hope.

 

Selflessness.

 

Goals.

 

Purpose.

 

No matter what our situation is written to be…no matter how grim or trialsome…May we never lose sight of these.

On Writing: Finishing That Novel

For all those who experience the same…
Like me.

adoptingjames

Thank you Michael D. of The Breakout Chronicles for asking the below question on my post, On Writing: Ask Away!!

“Do you have any tips for maintaining the drive necessary to actually complete a novel? I have multiple ideas and have started numerous projects…finishing things, however is a problem.”

Other than actually sitting down and writing your novel, doing it over and over and over and over again until it is finished just might be the hardest thing about writing.

How do I maintain my drive necessary to actually complete a novel? Well, in my adult life I’ve completed four novels thus far, so I must have the answer.

Wrong.

I have LOTS of answers. And I’m going to provide them to you. Because one day one thing might work which might not work the next day. So tactics, for me, change constantly.

(Keep in mind, I have undiagnosed ADHD, so if…

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