Tuesday, January 14, 2014

odds & ends: keep it movin'

i admit that i’m bit stuck on tennyson at the moment and these following words of his, seems to be engrained in my thoughts. i’ve been going back and forth reading them, i can’t seem to decipher them into my own words, but then, it’s been there all along, plain and simple.

to quote tennyson, from 'ulysses'


"...though much is taken, much abides; and though
we are not now that strength which in old days
moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are ---
one equal temper of heroic hearts,
made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."


true.

we’ve each all have gone through or going through some rough patch in our lives, whether it’s relationship, love, life in general, etc., etc., one time or another, the most common thing that someone with insight would suggest or advised, is to “let it go”. words that always seem easier said than done and it’s true. i won’t deny it, to each his/her own.


letting go is a challenge in itself, but getting over it could be just as challenging, if not, maybe even harder. plenty of people will be at liberty to say keep yourself occupied to keep your mind off whatever dilemma or situation you’re dealing with. speaking from experience and i personally think it's more efficient to just let it out as it comes, it’s more effective this way. be down; be depressed; be pathetic; be dismal; be angry; it’s your god given right to be. it’s inevitable, you're supposed to. it’s not a sin to feel the way you feel, it’s yours and yours alone. personally, i’d feel it until it’s numb. just don’t forget not to allow yourself fall so deep in your funk that you lose the ability to connect or re-connect to the world, that the people in your life, your friends and your family are your life line, your support and your crutches. allow yourself to need them, let them be there for you. it's no charge, it's free.


alexandre dumas in ‘the count of monte cristo’ wrote, “for all evils, there are two remedies – time and silence.”

it’s true that “time heals all wounds”, but selfishly trying to tackle on your pain(s) alone, fighting to avoid the reality and just simply telling yourself so in silence will only make the pain, the hurt and suffering last longer. you fear, that you don’t allow yourself to involve someone else in your suffering, you close yourself off, while convincing yourself, you’re not really hurting anyone directly by doing so, except maybe yourself a little or even more. i know this, because i learned it the hard way, still learning actually. it’s okay, it's okay to ask for help, it’s okay to be vulnerable and to need someone.  yes, it’s easier to be jaded and be too afraid to ask, afraid that you might be making a big mistake by opening yourself up, but the biggest mistake you can ever make is being too afraid to make one or another. time will always heal things, but might as well use your time efficiently and effectively. confronting it and dealing with it right here, right now, right there and then will allow you more time to start off with a clean slate, start a new, start from scratch, rebuild.  so take those steps forward, but maybe take those bigger harder steps with someone, like with a friend instead of the small easy steps by your own self.



my maternal grandpa once told me, sooner or later, we all have to go through a crucible (an odyssey, a test, trials and tribulations) in our lifetime, once or many times. many believe, that there are two types of people that goes through this. the ones that grows stronger from the experience(s) and survives it. and the ones who dies figuratively and/or literally, because at one point or another they gave up.

i can honestly admit to myself and to anyone that might ask, that i’ve been both types. i’ve been the survivor, i became stronger despite of and i’ve been the one who figuratively died, somewhere deep down inside, where a piece of me died, because i went at it alone and at one point or another, i gave up. i became both types together, i became something else, a hybrid, the third type.

my grandpa said, the third type are the ones who learned to love the fire, the ones who can thread on the edge, in near drowning of their own mistakes, sorrow and miseries. they choose to stay in their own crucible, because it has become easier to embrace the pain and suffering they’re in than simply let go, they have made that choice, sacrificed alone and to be alone, for someone else and perhaps for themselves as well, they have become numb, but more like bulletproof per say and because it’s all they have come to know, upon realizing that it is for the best and that even though is not much like living at the same time understanding that living is not for the weak.

so, which one are you?

whichever you are, be it, own it.

i have become the third type, but don’t get me wrong. i’m not jaded or anything, well maybe a little, lol. BUT personally when you have been the first two types, you can become the third type, by choice. there are many times i choose to feel nothing and by saying ‘feel nothing’ with a play on words, feeling nothing is feeling something, it is easy to misunderstand. it’s true i choose to feel nothing, when you have been there, have done that and gone through things and survived it AND when you have also experienced the figurative death. when you combined both memories of consciousness from both experiences, at the junction of those two moments where you feel anger, confusion, loneliness and fear all at once, take those and exponentially multiply it to which ever degree of difficulty of the situations at the time. the product of both, is such feeling that is something i choose to try to not experience again. so, if you might think that my choice of to feel nothing is a reflection of me not caring, well i would have to beg to differ, it's quite the contrary, when the truth is precisely the opposite.

take in relationships for example, in some relationship when it ends, some people would easily suggest automatically, that a person that walks away, it is because they no longer care, no longer love the other, in many cases it is true, status quo dictates this.  but personally, it’s deeper than it is, it was a choice i made, a sacrifice i took, a suffering i lived (or perhaps still living with) and with reasons to which i’ll keep within. i know it sounds a bit contradicting, but life is a contradiction. love and life in general are full of contradictions, but that’s for another subject/story/entry.

so, to anyone feeling the world isn't on your side lately. i say to you, it gets better, you just have to keep faith, in yourself for the most part, it starts and ends with you. and knowing the distinction between hope and expectations, is the key. it’s ok to need people, but keep your expectations to a level, expect less, so that you do not set yourself up for a bitter disappointment when your expectations aren't met. to simply hope, to hope that things will work themselves out like they’re supposed to, added with some trust and faith. keep faith in fate. as cliches goes, do expect the worst and always hope for the best.

exactly, think about it.

but you know what’s the upside in all of these? that you are your own book. you have the very power of the pen to write and re-write your own story. you can open and close any chapter in your life. to start a new or to some extremes, you can tear up a page or even an entire chapter if you so choose to do so.

as far as writing your own book, you have all the tools and means to somewhat predestine how your entire story goes. all the moments, all the memories are yours for keeping, it’s your ultimate choice to share or reveal, these are within your very power of choice.

just keep it open, keep an open mind and heart. after all you never know what your future story holds, who could walk into your life next per say. it could be that one answer you been searching for, the ‘one’ or it could be something else, but it is for sure, for certainty, it can be the next page or chapter in your life.

new inspirations and new beginnings are always in the horizon and happiness should always be an option, it’s always ultimately your choice, just simply make it.

choose it, own it.

at some point, we all have to make it do with all the hurt, the pain and let it go. all at the same time while moving forward, we have “…to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

keep it moving.

post script – one of my grandpa’s very own crucible was world war two, so ultimately, he knows suffering, he has seen it first hand in the battle field, i can only fathom the mindset after going through such experience. i admire and commend all these men and women who has served and still serves our country in every branch the military.

AND if you’re reading this, i hope it make sense. this was written free write, so it is raw and maybe subject to punctuation/grammar correction and edit. lol.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

odds & ends: to define

for those who actually reads my crap and somehow wondered about the title heading of my note and/or blog entries “what does ‘odds & ends’ means?” 

i was asked a few times already and again recently what does it mean and i was only able to give a brief verbal definition of it before recent and ever since then, i have wanted to give a written definition of it or at least planned to, but just never really got around to it.  well i figured now is the best time to do so, since i’m still stuck on ‘damn all these words’ not coming out.  sometimes when thoughts and ideas gets jammed, the best way to ease’em out is but directing some of the thoughts and let it flow gradually and easily, instead of trying to force them out, it will negate the words from developing into something that will remotely make sense to anyone or to you at the least.  take a ketchup bottle, sometimes the ketchup get all clumpy and don’t want to come out, patience gets tested and we start shaking it out on to your plate or pounding it on the bottom end and it just splatters all over your plate or even worst all over yourself. common sense dictates to take a butter knife and poke in to the bottle to let air in so the ketchup would simple pour out. so, that’s the idea at the moment, to define what ‘odds & ends’ means to me with a little spill story.

the dictionary defines ‘odds and ends’ to use as a noun and it means miscellaneous articles, remains or remnants  of different kind of things that are usually small and unimportant.  the synonyms are: bits and pieces, bits, pieces, stuff, paraphernalia, things, sundries, miscellaneous, bric-a-brac, knick knacks, oddments, junk.

exactly the definition i’m going for, yet not exactly the sentiment i’m going for.  for me ‘odds and ends’ means more than the definition or the term or lack thereof.  it is my form of expression that is peculiar to itself grammatically, my very own characteristic mode of expression in my own writing(s), my own jargon, talk, vocabulary or for a better word and simply put, my own idiom.

my maternal grandfather, god rest his soul, once told me that “ryan, one day when you get to be as old as i am, you’ll look back and you will learn that often enough, that the things that matters the most, are the littlest things or smallest act can and will define you.”  ever since then, i started seeing things a different way, i try to find every bit amount of value or sentiments in things i have, find, given or have done or yet to do.

so the other lesson i learned from my grandpa was, to enjoy and cherish every little thing that you have, be fortunate and be blessed for what you have and learn to share even the little that you have.  the little things, the odds & ends, the bits & pieces like the definition says.

one time in my teen years, during one of the many odd, weird, random or long winded conversation i had with my brother-in-law david, god rest his soul.  he asked me what is it that i wanted to do when i get older, if had any sort of plans.  without going through the whole details, during that time, i was just in my teens, i pretty much summed up my answer to, “not sure” i told him there’s so much i want to do and try, i want to try out things.  he was the first one that actually pointed out and told me that he noticed about myself, that i’m bit out there, like someone that will be in a constant search for something that only i would only know once i eventually find it, but right then and there i would have no clue.  a part of me, still believe he’s right, i still have no clue. lol. david also the first to point out to me that i’m of many things, that i like to do and get my hands on every little thing that peeks my interest or curiosity and that’s when i apply myself when it suits me.  and he was and is still right, he did forwarned me that do not over extend myself and to keep focus or you’ll crash and burn.  oh boy he was and still is right. he was always looking out for me, i remember the many little random things we talked about especially about myself.  BUT when he left us, i kind of forgot about that part of myself that he always used to remind me, the little things.

the lesson, don’t forget the little things that reminds us who we are and who can become.

so what’s “odds and ends”? to me it’s the little things that at first sight you would think that are of no value when in fact they are the bits & pieces that when put together they sum up to who i am. the 'odds & ends' stories i tell, the words i write may seem irrelevant, insignificant and/or junk to everyone, but to me, there's always a hidden back to story to them, however little they were, they had significant impact to how i am defined and shaped today. 

these are one of my many “odds and ends”.   whether if you or anyone  gets to read this, these are some of the
little things that i value mosts and as my granpa told me, try to share even what little i have.

'odds and eds', what are yours?    

post script – if you’re reading this, i hope it make sense. this was written free write, so it is raw and maybe subject to punctuation/grammar correction and edit.

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Thursday, January 2, 2014

odds & ends: damn all these words

have you ever had that sudden rush of overwhelming amount of thoughts and feelings and you couldn't get it out? as soon as you pick up a pen to write them down, nothing comes out and start staring at a blank page tapping your pen rapidly? and/or just as soon as you place your fingers on the keyboard to start typing, you end up finding yourself staring at a blank screen and a blinking cursor?

i tried to write today, but i couldn't get anything down, yet i had all these ideas, thoughts and feelings i wanted to express by writing down.  the words words simply wouldn't come out to the point of frustration. as if there was a bottleneck jam of all these words trying to come out all at the same time.  BUT instead of packing it up and putting away my composition notebook, i manage to pick up a piece of scratch paper and free flow and chicken scratch about it to at least salvage something out of my coconut shell. AND it reads and goes something like these -- 

damn all these words
it is leaving me blank
and speechless
all i want to do is reveal them
i can't get it written down
i can't get it all out 
i want to scream it and shout
all these thoughts and feelings
i feel like i'm gonna drown
i can't put them into words
so that you can see them 
read them
in hopes you can feel them
but i can't set them free
these damn words
it's actually bigger than they are
damn all these words
it means more than they are 
it's about you
my only light
my shining star

RyC

01.02.14

post script - if you're reading this, i hope they made sense, somehow.

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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

2013 RyC in IG Review

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