Fragments of the Quiet Mind

There was a time when I believed that happiness had a shape, a clear, undeniable form—something I could reach out and touch if I tried hard enough.  And so I built it piece by piece: the right job, the right place, the right people, the right version of myself. It all seemed so simple, so attainable, like following a map laid out in front of me, each step leading closer to the thing I thought would make everything click. But now that I’m here, standing amidst everything I ever wanted, the map feels oddly irrelevant. The edges are frayed, the ink is smudged, and the directions seem somehow off. All the things I gathered, hoping they would fill me, now stand like silent monuments to an unknown truth. They don’t soothe me. They don’t calm the storm inside. They just make the silence more conspicuous. I thought getting what I wanted would silence the voices of doubt, but now it’s louder than ever. The strangest thing about having everything is realizing that you’re still missing some...

I don't believe in the 5 second rule. I’m anal about germs and bacteria and I fear what could happen to me if I were to pick up a food that fell on the ground and eat it. Most people usually say that it’s okay as long as you do it within 5 seconds (hence the 5 seconds rule.)  People have always bugged and nagged me about it. They usually make fun of my OCD-ish attitude regarding germs. I really dunno if they're just being practical, they want to mess up with me or they're just plain scavenger (slapsoils) ps. pun intended Anyway, this morning, I opened the fridge and saw the box of choco-truffles that my sister sent me and oh boy! CHOCOLATES are my addiction (besides nicotine and caffeine). When I opened the box there were 2 pieces left. Personally, I always save the best for last and so I ate the smaller truffle first. It was heavenly and I was savoring the taste as I closed my eyes and tried to sense the dark chocolate slowly melting inside my mouth as my tongue was savor...

It is said that the human brain is hard wired to remember the negativity and pains more than the positive memories. Like, we remember the mistakes we have committed in our exams more than the correct answers we've had. Simply putting it, the brain can't cut the crap because it remembers the crap more than the happy moments. I’ve been reading an article about neuroscience (and positivism) and a recent discovery suggests that a person with high cognitive capability can actually use his higher brain regions to control emotions and shut off (or subdue) the lower regions that make people remember traumatic instances that happened in their lives. In a way, it’s like rewiring the already hardwired brain to shift perspectives and focus by using In-tention and attention to overcome the negative bias.  Just imagine how powerful that brain must be. It would be really cool to have that kind of ability and have the skill and power to manipulate the thoughts you want to remember.  ...

Di na kayang suyuin ng mainit na kape ang nanlalamig na pagkatao. Itong kakaibang ginaw na dulot ng panahon ay tila yelong bumabalot sa pananaw ng isang pilosopong nangangarap. Nakakahumaling at nakakalungkot… nahuhumaling sa lungkot. Walang katapusang pagtakbo, pagtago – paglayo, ngunit hanggang kelan kaya ito dapat gawin upang maatim ang katahimikang matagal ng ninanais? Sa pagsilip ng buwan, kusang bumabalik mga emosyong ikinukubli at isinasantabi. Mga patak ng sarkastikong liwanag na umaaninag sa isang aninong naliligaw. Nawawala? pero paano nga ba mawawala ang isang bagay na di pa nahahanap? Bigo nga bang masasabi kung mas nanaisin ng isang taong sumuko na lang? pagkabigo bang maituturing kung mas pipiliin nilang bumitiw na lamang? Walang kagandahan sa paglagapak, walang kasiyahan sa pagkakahulog at walang nakakatuwa sa pagkakadapa. Mas madaling umangat sa pamamagitan ng paggamit ng mga tao, mas madaling bumagsak sa pamamagitan ng pagsunod sa sariling paniniwala. Subalit eto nga...