Of Life and Lists

As weird as it may sound, there are moments when my thoughts tend to be anywhere at everywhere at the same time. It shifts from one idea into another, staying long enough to concoct ideas that have potential, but not long enough to completely follow-through.

Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I remember said ideas and details when I’m less -- for the lack of a better term -- manic, and I am able to expand and consider it better. But this only lasts until I go off into another frenzy. On the other hand, when my luck’s not enough, I forget. Even if the ideas had just passed through my mind a few seconds prior, and especially if my train of thought is particularly fickle that day. Ideas fly too freely, and thus fail to anchor down and allow me to recall. This can be a bit inconvenient especially if the only thing that I can recall about the idea is that it was a great idea and that I could use it.

Which is why, when my thoughts are more manageable, I resort to making lists and jotting down words. They help me sort through my thoughts, and make sure that I don’t leave any task, or any idea, forgotten. Lists are the concrete manifestations of the things that flitter in and out of my mind, so when needed, they become my anchors.

Xie Xie Ni

I suppose I should be angry at you right now. It's four in the morning and I am still trying to pack up my things. It's stressful and frustrating, and I am tired and understandably cranky. And I'm not supposed to be subjecting myself to this maddening chore if things had gone as it was expected.

But alas, Life threw me yet another curveball and you were willing to lend him a hand. So here I am.

I feel like I'm in limbo. Or some other place where you get that strange feeling that you are floating. I can't really say that it is a pleasant feeling or even a terrible feeling. To float is like a preparation for flight: you know that you are supposed to fly -- the absence of solid ground below you is proof enough -- but you don't know whether you should bathe on the excitement of what can happen from then on or balk at the thought that there is no solid ground to catch you, or that, it is there, but you are too high up to be caught without getting hurt.

First Time Fridays: Intro

Alternatively, Frustration Fridays.

I am probably not the only person in the world who has a lot of "frustrations" a.k.a. "list of things I want to, dream to, plan to, must, and will do in life." And like everybody else who shares the same sentiment, my list is a bit long and extensive -- ranging from the little things like flying a kite with my little brother  and up to the more ambitious ones like travelling up the Northern Hemisphere to witness Aurora Borealis.

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

Making a list and thinking out loud is really easy to do; actually doing it is what's difficult. And I think it's not just an issue of financial and/or physical limitation.

"I don't have the money." "I can't find the time." "I don't have anyone to do it with." We could only hide behind these excuses for so long.