Quiet thy mind

Who am I?
What am I made of?
What am I destined for?

I’ve read these questions on a book lent to me by a friend. To which the answers still eludes me amidst countless nights of dwelling into the deep abyss of thoughts.

Who am I?

It would be safe to say that I am what my personal information provides. I can give my name, age, location and work. But all this are superficial or if not would hardly penetrate the shell of that mystery. A mystery cloaked by my endless questions on which I really am and by the indecisions I throw at the topic.

What am I made of?

Do I have the capacity to love, share and protect all those around me? To all of those that is important to me? My defining moment in life can have repercussions that will echo in the future. Like a stone thrown in the water ripples for sure will appear affecting all that it is connected to.

What am I destined for?

I believe that there is someone greater than all of us that have already weave the threads that we are about to take. Everything is pre-destined to be something. Like water that no matter what form it takes it will always be in it’s original state sooner or later. Although sometimes plans do not turn out the way it should be and that’s the beauty of it. We can be so certain of today and then our whole world is rocked by uncertainty the next. It is said that Gods (Greek myth) envy mortals because of that uncertainty and the doom that is death that we are all destined for makes everything sweeter.

The thrill.

As much as I’d like to get my questions now, rather than going thru my whole life looking for it, I’d rather not. The suspense of the unknown is so fascinating that regardless of a certain fact that we know that some things will not turn out to be the way it should we still head on and charge it with all we have.

Living as if it’s your last.

Sometimes I feel like my body is just a shell in order for me to exist. Existing is not my dream, LIVING is. Doing things halfway is not doing them at all. I want to live, not just to be alive, breathing and existing but to actually LIVE! I want to smell the ocean breeze as it hits my face. To taste the salt that comes with it. To watch the sunsets and sunrises and share it with the one I love.

Now Showing.

Our life is now showing, it’s not coming soon; it’s not for next attraction. It is now. We must grab it by the horns and wrestle it with all our might. We must not trouble ourselves with petty things, with material things that we so depend on to be happy and complete. We need to rely in that hope that everything will be ok because it is what we want for ourselves. It can be anything we dream to be. Anything we would want to have although sometimes we need to be a realist but then again there’s no harm in dreaming.

Love

Love? Why does this word hold so much meaning for so short of a word. It moves mountains and separates oceans just so it can be. It makes things a lot of fun and a lot difficult to understand. Everyone wants to feel that passion and the pain of which makes the whole experience worthwhile. We want to be miserably, deeply and madly in-love. We want to torture ourselves to the point that all we feel is that lingering want to be loved. I think sometimes being miserable gives us perspectives to what or where we want to direct our lives. We all want to star in our very own movie. May it be drama, comedy, suspense, horror or a love story we all want to direct it, write it and act it out. It is said that the whole world is a stage and the rest of the world is your audience and you are the writer, director and the actor that is to play it out. I believe this although sometimes we need to make adjustments to our scripts. Adjustments, that makes the whole story really interesting and the audience wanting for more. We fabricate stories in our heads to what this day would turn out to be hoping that today we will be swept of our feet by that one instance where the whole world will stop and it will be just you in the picture with your own slow motion effect as you get to the highlights.

Coffee

I love coffee. I love the woody, husky, and strong aroma of a fresh brew. The orchestra of the bitter sweet taste it leaves on my mouth after sipping it is incomparable to anything I’ve tasted. The kick it provides me. It is safe to say that I’m a caffeine addict. Life and love is like a strong brew. Hot, bitter and sweet. Some may like it some may not. It can burn you if you’re not careful but it can also give you that kick to continue on. And just like any good brew, it is best enjoyed with the ones you love while enjoying the simple yet complex nature of life.

Taus-pusong pasasalamat

As most of you guys know tomorrow will be my last day as your teammate here in Shell Fleet card Customer Facing (did I get it right). I will be transferring to Billings as to what I will be assigned there to do I am still not sure. I may have come to be too strong but this is just how the way I am and I don't mean to be one. I am grateful for the tips and information that you parted with me this past few months. I enjoyed my stay here even though it raised a few eyebrows and pouted some lips out of annoyance and for it I apologize.

Sir Rein, I am thankful from day 1 that you allowed me to be a part of your team and as for the disappointments that I gave you, I am truly sorry. I stood by my actions and placed my self into your better judgment and luckily, I was given another chance and for this I am truly thankful for.

I’d like to give my thanks to certain individuals that have been really patient with my endless nagging and blunt with their comments about me. You know who you are. I appreciate it truly.

Again, Thank you so much for having me.

the amiable cabbie

After picking up my and eating at a nearby Chinese restaurant we were able to get a cab last night with a driver so nice you’d actually feel proud of him and feel guilty that you can’t tip him enough. It’s so rare to find cab drivers like this who is more than just after the money but actually wanted to do his job well. He’s noble and really polite for a cab driver, which is really rare. Since it was raining really hard last night the traffic was chaotic. But not a word of complain was heard from him. He was even joking with me and my girl and actually being so modest that he says that he is not that nice when it comes to ferrying people to where they want to go. It just so happens that he is also from the south and knows how hard it is to get a cab to drive you there. A tip for him is appropriate. I also noticed that his meter isn’t the one with a “batingting” that skyrockets every time he revs up his vehicle considering that it was a new model. The driving was superb and really smooth and the driver himself is polite and well mannered. Another tip for him seems to be the right thing to do. When we arrived at our destination we handed him the fare plus the tip.

What really surprises me when we boarded his cab was, he told us that he’d just set the meter later because he needs to gas up at a nearby gasoline station. When I told him it’s ok he declined and said sometimes it takes a long time for the attendants to load him up. Now talk about being fair huh.

David Mendoza all drivers should be like you. Cheers to you mate and God speed!