Discovering our life purpose can be a funny thing. Once we get to the point of discovery, we tend to think we'll be great at doing whatever our dream requires of us only to learn it's not the reality. Our dream may be grand but our skill or capability needed to fulfil our purpose is not. It's that realisation that separates the talkers from the doers. In my case, that requirement was my writing skill. An overwhelming fear of writing (ironic though) prevented me from embarking on this journey earlier than I should have. For many years, the thought that lingered in my head in regards to writing was "I am not good enough (I suck)" especially whenever I compared myself to a former friend who I suspected ate a dictionary or two during her childhood. When I received a cosmic intervention that propelled me to become an author, I expected that my fear of writing would vanish. I would be proven wrong.Read More
It is funny because both life and death fill our minds even if we claim otherwise. Life does, of course, in our day to day living. From the moment we wake up, it begins. What do I eat for breakfast? Should I shampoo my hair or condition it? Do I wear this red polo shirt or go for the body-hugging tokusatsu shirt to work instead? Should I answer emails right away when I arrive at the office or save them for the afternoon? Do I watch a movie after work or go to the gym to make up for the sedentary hours I spent earlier? Do I write a draft or read a book before sleeping? These questions may seem silly to you but they shape how our daily lives go about.Read More
There's something to love about BRAVE people: those who are not afraid to speak their mind even if what they have to say is contrary to popular and outdated beliefs, those who are not afraid to do as they please even with the risk of looking silly in the eyes of others, and those who dare to take the road less traveled because it's scary to live life without a map. They radiate with fiery aura, scorching hot to some, soul-renewing to others. Some of them get labeled heroes, some are misunderstood. They can be anybody, someone appearing in magazines or even living next door. If given a choice whether to live life as a brave person or not, I'll always pick the former. Easy and tough choice. But I wasn't always that way. We aren't born BRAVE. We are made BRAVE.Read More
This year, despite the political shenanigans, personal disappointments, career bumps, and even financial setbacks, I will not call 2017 a shit year. I will not look back on it and say, “That’s the year my Twitter timeline was flooding with negative local news.” Also, “That’s the year I got financially fucked because of an ill-planned investment.” Why? Because the world isn’t always a happy and worry-free paradise. That’s the reality.Read More
Sometimes I find myself writing what seems to be endless drafts of a new writing assignment. When that's the case, I know either the topic lacks some depth or is completely the wrong one to write about. As I worked on my traditional end-of-year reflective blog post this month, I saw four drafts already on my digital notebook but I still felt the task was going nowhere.
The story wound up like this.
Xeno: I have every right to call 2017 my year of victory. After three years toiling for my debut novel I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me, it had finally moved from Xenosphere to Internetosphere. I've achieved one of my big dreams and I could call myself successful. On the other hand... blah, blah, blah... lukewarm reception for my indie book... blah, blah, blah... graphic design career that didn't take off... blah, blah, blah... sudden disappearance of someone dear to me... blah, blah, blah... so I'm going to call 2017 my year of humility!
Still, that didn't feel right.Read More
See, when you become hellbent on making your dreams come true, inevitable changes come to you like a giant tsunami to wash you into a new person. Say goodbye to old mindset, beliefs, priorities, and even relationships. Break them. Trash them. Kill them.Read More