Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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.

Monday, May 7, 2012

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.