Here are the 5 Motivation Quotes that strengthen me at this very moment.
Here are the 5 Motivation Quotes that strengthen me at this very moment.
This is my response to Bogging University’s Photography Course: Developing Your Eye 1.
This is a little bit late. Just trying to cope up and having some fun. I do not exactly know if I am doing it right. I am trying. Someday soon I’ll get it! 🙂
A house divided against itself cannot stand. I believe this government cannot endure, permanently, half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved — I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other.
The above text is part of Abraham Lincoln’s speech delivered on June 16, 1858, at what was then the Illinois State Capitol in Springfield, upon accepting the Illinois Republican Party‘s nomination as that state’s United States senator.
A century and three scores later, the same words still apply to a country in the Southeast Asia, the Philippines. The Filipinos may consider themselves literally free, but this freedom is what pinned them down to the category of a slave—in a very subtle manner.
While many Filipinos are making their names in worldwide history, like Miss Universe 2016 Pia Wurtzbach, boxing legend Manny Pacquiao, Miss International 2016 Kylie Verzosa and many others who take home victory and pride, their fellow citizens are suffering in their very own homeland due to unending political issues.
Today, a number of Filipinos marched towards the historical Luneta Park for a Black Friday protest. This protest resulted from the sneaky burial of the then expelled dictator Ferdinand Marcos. The Supreme Court, after twenty-seven years from Marcos’ death, allowed him to be buried at the Libingan ng Mga Bayani burial grounds. Those who were victims under his reign protested, for this burial place is reserved only for the heroes of the country.
During Marcos’ time, he implemented Martial Law in the year 1972. This was the year that a number of Filipinos were missing. Some were exiled to the United States, like the late former Senator Benigno Aquino. Some fled to the mountains as rebels, television networks were closed down and the news was blacked out—to name just a few of what the citizens of the country went through.
On August 21, 1983, Senator Benigno Aquino returned to the Philippines without minding the dangers of his life. True enough, while he was still on the tarmac, he was shot in the head. The culprit behind his death? Still an unsolved case until now.
Aquino’s assassination is credited with transforming the opposition to the Marcos regime from a small, isolated movement into a nationally unified crusade. It is also credited with thrusting Aquino’s widow, Corazon Aquino, into the public spotlight and her running for president in the snap election of 1986. Though Marcos was officially declared the winner of the election, widespread allegations of fraud and illegal tampering on Marcos’s behalf is credited with sparking the People Power Revolution, which resulted in Marcos fleeing the country and conceding the presidency to Corazon Aquino. (Wikipedia)
Marcos died on September 28, 1989, in Honolulu, Hawaii. His family brought his remains back to the Philippines four years later, which were interred in a refrigerated crypt in Ilocos Norte.
On November 18, 2016, through the approval of the newly elected President Rodrigo Duterte, Marcos was buried at the Libingan ng Mga Bayani (Heroe’s Cemetery). The burial was considered sneaky since only a few knew about it. It was kept secret for reasons only the Marcos family knew. This move created upheaval among the Filipino people, especially the victims of the Martial Law.
The Marcos family and their supporters reasoned out that it is already time to forget about the past, move on and be united. However, the move of granting their wish made the country divided the more. Thus, today’s protest. Some Filipinos could not accept the fact that one dictator, whom the country once consider as theft and traitor, lay buried along those who offered their lives just to save the country.
The country is still faced with another dilemma: rampant killings due to the government’s crusade of war against drugs. The Filipinos are also divided on this issue.
The sad fact is, when one voice out his opinion, he would be bullied, if not called a drug lord.
It is slavery then that make the people act the way they do: slave to self-interests, slave to fanaticism, slave to twisted ideologies…
What happened Philippines? Why are your people fighting against each other? The poor are crying out because poverty has not been solved. Until when are we to remain a part of the third world? Who can better lead us out of this slavery?
My heart is wounded. My soul is saddened. Am I really free? As a person, yes. As to the attachment of the word Filipino in my name, I don’t think so.
To my fellow Filipinos who desire peace and progress, let us march towards our dreams. It is only ourselves who can help ourselves much better than anybody else. Let us live a life of freedom one day at a time. Real freedom is within us. We could learn from our painful past. But it is only the future that holds our destiny, of what we could become. Let us focus in here. Who knows, through our little actions, the generation succeeding us would wake up one day in a much better, much peaceful, more united Philippines.
These past few days my creative juices stop flowing. Frustration would grip every writer when this thing happens. I am. Thankfully, images are great life-savers.
I am not under the spell of writer’s block. My mind is just too stressed to receive or share fresh insights. Others call this overwhelm. It really is. I tackle too many things this time: completing office stuff before the year ends, home-decorating ideas for Christmas, prepping for the company’s Christmas party presentation and taking the necessary steps for a full-blown online writing career.
Yes, I am into bringing my life’s passion to the next level. I want to roll into one my passion and work. Perhaps I would be less stressed by then since there is not much effort on my part. This is the new recipe I am cooking for my life when the new year starts. With much hope that I could create a perfect dish.
This leads me to focus on the gaps in between. This is the gap that Ben Huberman talks about in this week’s Discover Challenge. This gap is the missing link in the journey from here to there. Here is where the initiative, perseverance, persistence, strategies, actions and the like come into the picture. And here is where I am at this point. I guess, most of us are.
On the other side of the coin are the challenges inherent to every success journey. This is very much anticipated. While it would be my desire to weather every storm along the way, there may be some instances where I spread myself too thinly. I could just prepare myself for these things.
I greatly believe: When God leads us to an unknown path, He would never ever leave us. This is what I keep holding on to. Come what may, God is with me.
May you already found the gap that leads you from here to there.
Do I believe in magic? I do. I see things at times through the lens of a child’s heart. Every thing in nature is magic for me. Every gigantic tree I see is magic. It has been there for years no one knows how long. It is a magic that happens gradually every day.
At times, I also ask: what if enchanting things do happen? What if time stops for worldly people and give way to magic and spell and turns nature into a never, never land?
Certainly, this tree would turn into a castle.
This butterfly would turn into a fairy.
This log would turn into a romantic bench where a prince and a princess would exchange love promises.
Dwarfs would then sit or play around this mushroom.
I could imagine tiny fairies sitting on this toadstool.
Or perhaps, this fruits are what fairies eat?
Oh, these flowers might be some kind of potion that may heal the sickly Queen?
Ah, nothing could ever compare to this magical place of never, never land!
Did you feel the magic? I still do. I feel I am spellbound… And I guess, I am not a child this time. But your fairy god-mother…..
Because we always have a choice. Life is is full of choices. It is either—
to be sad or to be happy,
to be a slave or to be free,
to hate or to love,
to forgive or to resent,
to accept or to reject,
to get stuck or to move on…
The choices are endless. The good thing is, we now are on the age where almost everybody desires positive results over its counterpart. The struggle now is on the journey towards the quest for positivism and liberation from the bondage of negativism that has engulfed our consciousness for so long.
May we not waste this ability for us to choose. For it is our birthright.
Should we find ourselves caught between the fangs of doubts, hopelessness and discouragement along this quest, may we stay there only to rest. From there, may we move on forward. May we choose the much better option. Because….
Brisk-walking is part of my early morning routine. Having a glimpse of sunrise is a bonus. Today, this tiny butterfly caught my eye. Its color turned to gold as the sunlight penetrated its wings. As I looked closer to take a clearer shot, its hind wings slowly opened and closed. I did not know what the move was for. Is it grooming itself? Or, is it preparing for flight should I frighten it?
I didn’t know why. One thing was for sure, I had a wonderful experience: one tiny butterfly, one cool sunrise, one beautiful morning. That was all it takes to start my wonderful day!
May you have a beautiful day too!
At this time of year, chaos finds its home along an otherwise tranquil beach. We may dislike discord and litter in this place where we hope to find calm and serenity, yet we have no choice than to accept the workings of the season. This chaotic sight reminds us that life is not all about finding the beauty in flawlessness; but also about finding beauty in disarray.
One day I walk outside,
To breath the fresh air,
Be with my family,
And be with this unquenchable ME.
I walked on a beautiful path,
That led to a beautiful view,
My feet felt comfortable,
And my eyes were festive.
Then I walked on a rugged path,
That bent to an unknown end,
My steps were careful,
My eyes were watchful.
Should I bring a club,
Lest I should be in danger?
Should I be wary?
Should I be keen?
Should I prepare only to trod,
On a beautiful path?
On this day,
I found the answer.
I need to trod both paths,
For the path matters not.
It’s the end of the journey,
What becomes of me,
At the end of every path and by-way!