Posts Tagged ‘Happiness’

Profound emotions

Don’t be fooled into thinking that the most profound emotions are the negative ones. On the contrary, I believe that negative emotions are a cop out. I believe that sadness and anger, for example, are mainly the result of one’s inability to see the bigger picture. Some would argue that feelings are neither right or wrong. I believe that’s partly true. At the onset, negative feelings are understandable. However, if we let these negative feelings/emotions rule our lives. If we allow ourselves to dwell in these negative feelings, then we are not exercising our full capacity to understand, to seek the truth, to be truly human.

I say this of my recent observation back in Cebu where I noticed a gallery of artwork, and a mural right outside that gallery where the emotions being conveyed were about sadness, about anger. There were some that conveyed happiness, but it was depicted in a sarcastic manner, as if the artist was embarrassed by the emotion.

I say the most profound emotion is that which emanates from love. When you choose to love someone despite your awareness of their shortcomings, beautiful and very positive emotions emanate from it. Emotions that give you a sense of happiness that you should not be ashamed of.

Sadness is not profound. Happiness from love is.


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A phrase I overheard last Sunday afternoon: Things are thieves of time. The more you own or desire them, the more time you have to sacrifice by working to keep or acquire them.

This is particularly relevant at this stage in my life when I’m beginning to ask whether the things that I’m able to acquire are worth the sacrifice I’m making with the relationships in my life. Not that I’ve been burning bridges, but a little neglect here and forgetting to touch base every now and then can add up and before you know it…you know what I mean.

I hope you won’t have to go through these concerns during your time. I hope that you won’t have to face a decision between life and working to acquire things (and if you must, that you always choose life). I hope that you have better luck weaving your way through this world and I hope you always find yourself successful in nurturing the relationships you have with family and friends. I hope you always know that working and “things” exist to support life and relationships and not the other way around.

I hope you don’t let yourself be lured by the temptations of things which are, I think, the root cause of many worries in life.

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The feeling of success DOES NOT emanate from the achievement of goals.

The feeling of success stems from your own personal knowledge that you did what was possible and necessary to achieve the goal. In which case, when you don’t achieve your goal, then you can say that it was not the time and move on or, even better, improve on your next attempt.

You’ll probably become familiar with this feeling as you grow up and notice it even more when this feeling is absent. The time you feel like a failure is when you feel something gnawing inside, reminding you that you deliberately missed a spot. Don’t ever ignore that feeling because that’s your conscience talking to you; learning to ignore one’s conscience is the worst thing any person can do to himself. So acknowledge it and, next time, don’t deliberately miss a spot.

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525,600 Minutes

525,600 minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

So goes the song Seasons of Love from the Broadway show Rent. How will people remember someone once he’s passed away? In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? In the bridges he’s burned or the way that he died? No. It’s measured in love. In seasons of love.

I believe that this is the secret to living a full life and, at the risk of sounding too cliche, that no amount of material things or professional achievements can take the place of healthy, loving, and genuinely caring relationships with family and friends.

2007 holds a lot of significance for me, son. It was the year when I left you and your mommy to go to school in Australia. It was also in this year when I met my good friends in Canberra who’ve managed to appease my homesickness and won a special place in my heart. More important though is that 2007 was the year I realized that the feeling of emptiness that I used to carry in my heart is the result of my looking at the wrong places for fulfillment. I’ve come to realize that it’s only when I’m surrounded by the people I love when I truly feel happy and it’s only when I know I’m making them happy when I feel a genuine sense of fulfillment.

The things that make me feel whole are really simple things that, when combined, make up a significant amount of my life:

  • Waking up beside you and your mom.
  • You calling me ‘deedee’.
  • Your mom giving me random hugs and kisses.
  • Watching you play basketball in the living room (in 2007, you refer to it as ‘beebeebol’).
  • Holding your mom’s hand.
  • Talking about anything and everything with your mom until the wee hours of the night.
  • Room 351, Unilodge@ANU (This was where I used to hangout with my friends when I was studying at ANU)
  • Going for a walk
  • Laughing

And the list goes on and on.

I hope you will realize this early on, son. That it’s healthy and genuine relationships that make life wonderful and that work is just a means to supporting a full life with family and friends (although it’s still important to strive for quality with your work). Here are the lyrics to the song I referred to above.

525,600 minutes
525,600 minutes so dear
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles
In laughter, in strife

In 525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love.
Seasons of love.

525,600 minutes
525,600 journeys to plan
525,600 minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truth that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died

It’s time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let’s celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love.

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