Isang Dosenang Randomness

1. Hindi ang pagsisimba kada Linggo o ang pagdarasal kada oras ang basehan ng pagiging mabuting tao kundi kung papaano ang aplikasyon ng pananalig at pananampalataya ng tao sa kanyang pamumuhay. Ang pananalig ay di nakikita kung gaano kalaki ang loyalty mo sa religion mo kundi kung gaano kalalim ang connection mo sa pinaniniwalaan mo. Hindi lamang sa simbahan maaring makita ang Maykapal kundi ito’y makikita rin sa atin kalooban. Minsan kailangan lang nating manahimik saglit at makinig, eventually, mararamdaman din natin yung connection.

2. "The universe is not made up of atoms, it is made up of tiny stories" ika nga ni Joseph Gordon-Levitt sa kanyang children's book na the Tiny book of Tiny Stories, sabayan pa natin ng "The world is made up of facts, not of things" na sinabi ng pilosopong si Wittgenstein sa kanyang Tractatus. Napaka radikal na sabihing ang pisikal na anyo ng mundo ay walang katotohanan, di naman yan ang punto. Maganda ding pagisipan na sa likod ng pisikal ay may kwentong naitatago. Sa likod ng statistics at numero ay merong kwentong di kayang mailahad at mairepresent. Ang kagandahan ng isang bagay ay makikita kapag nalaman ng tao ang kwento na bumubuo dito. Walang pangit sa mundo, ang meron ay mga ignoranteng tao na di alam ang kwento ng isang bagay subalit napakabilis padin nilang mag judge na ito ay pangit. The problem is not on the aesthetics but on having a concept of beauty other than their own.

3. Maging eskwelahan at hindi korte, maging teacher at hindi judge. Huwag na huwag kang gumawa ng konklusyon kung ang iyong data ay kulang kulang pa. Sa panahon ngayon na kung saan 'eksperto' lahat ng tao pagdating sa social media, nakakawalang ganang makipag debate dahil sarado na pananaw ng mga tao sa issues dahil sa isang article na nabrowse (kadalasan, di pa binasa lahat...) pero kung magbigay ng opinyon eh sobrang kumbinsido sa kanilang sinasabi. Mas nakakatakot pang makipagtalakayan at makipag debate sa isang taong di naman updated or kakaunti ang kaalaman sa issue kesa dun sa talagang well read and well informed.

4. Mag focus sa pagbibigay ng pag-asa at hindi sa pagsira nito. Breathe Hope into others. Kahit eto na siguro huling hininga ko, eh pilit pading nagbibigay ng pag-asa sa iba. Minsan nakakapagod, lalo na kung ikaw mismo eh sinisipa ng anxiety. But, ano pa nga ba? eto ang pinili kong daan eh.

5. Huwag iisiping nagkukulang ka kung may mga taong hindi nakaka-appreciate sa iyo. Hindi lahat ay maple-please mo. Baguhin ang pananaw dahil mas madalas sila ang nagkukulang dahil hindi nila nakikita yung worth ng ginagawa mo. Huwag kang gumawa ng bagay para i-please sila kundi gawin mo ito dahil sinusundan mo lang ang puso mo. Walang mali sa Pag-Ibig.

6. Huwag makipagtalo dahil in the end, ikaw pa din ang talo. Use conversation and not debate. Kung ayaw makinig sa conversation, ignore. That works as well.

7. Wag magfocus sa wala kundi tutukan kung anong meron ka. Minsan yung mga maliliit na bagay sa paligid mo ay yun ang mga things na magbibigay sa iyo ng kasiyahan.

8. Hindi pwedeng ma-immune sa pain dahil hindi ka punching bag. Kung ang punching bag nga na we-wear and tear, ikaw pa kayang isang nilalang na nakakaramdam? Maaari sigurong tataas ang threshold mo pero hindi ibig sabihin nun ay immune ka na. Pwedeng nag move on ka lang sa previous pain, pero kapag may panibagong sakit nanaman ay ganon pa din ang cycle nito. .. sooner or later sasabihin mo din, ‘OUCH! Tama na!’

9. Two souls can't always be together…need i say more?

10. Choose your battles. Minsan pag nag explain ka, tatawagin kang defensive – pag tumahimik naman tatawagin kang guilty. The best way is to ignore them. Huwag ng alamin kung ano ba ginagawa nila or pinagsasabi nila sa iyo dahil wala ka din lang magagawa at ikaw din lang ang maaapektuhan. Ganito na lang, isipin mo na lang na idol ka nila at they admire you with bitterness and hatred. (at least may admiration)

11. HOPE. ano pa nga ba, edi umasa na lang na matatapos din ang kahibangang ito. Matututo nalang na makuntento sa kung anong meron jan.

12. Friends. Sigh... nasan na ba kayo?

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