Purpose

I thought this was worth a blog post.

I like giving my Facebook friends something to think about on fridays.

Here's what I put as Facebook status today:
TGIF! HERE'S SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT OVER THE WEEKEND: "The purpose of life is a life of purpose." Until you discover the purpose of your life, you are living a life of mediocrity. Look deep inside you. Rise and be great, do the great... things you were meant to do. It is when you know your purpose that the Meaning of Life will be clear. WHAT'S YOUR PURPOSE?

It's from one of my favorite websites -- http://www.theonequestion.com/

There's only one person who has put in her thoughts so far:
Mary (not her real name, hahahaha-- why do we always do that anyway?): I think it will take more than "over a weekend" to get a true and realistic answer about what my purpose is...BUT since my attention span tends to be short these days this is what I came up with ;0)...I strive to be a good wife, good mommy, good worker, good sister and a good aunt ~ I feel in my heart that I have acheived my goal to the best of my ability... therefore in a nutshell I think those are my purpose. Hopefully at my funeral (from the test) that who ever will be doing the eulogy focuses on those traits of mine. That test, btw, is intense...I'm curious to see other answers...;0)

And here's my response:
That's really awesome, M! I can see that in you. Wonderful wonderful answer! I seek to be the same (hopefully, though I still need a lot of work hahaha). Sometimes we don't really need to look too far to find our purpose, usually it's right under our noses! When we find the purpose that is within our very reach, it is easier to pursue them and ... Read Morewe have no excuse not to. And then we set our sights on things that are farther away from our comfort zones. Either way, big or small, at the end of the day what matters is that we tried our best and didn't waste our time.

 

 

I'm putting it down on this blog just to make sure I won't forget that I said it.

 




 

Here's another awesome exchange following this:

FROM let's call her "HAPPY": Clear as it has been...to be a servant of God in propagating the faith. Wherever He takes me, He has something in stored for me. So, I just follow His will even if it seems too difficult at times. I trust Him so much because deep down in my heart, I know He is lighting my way.Enjoy your weekend with Aldred. Give our love to Lisse, Roy, and their little one.

My response: Another awesome answer! Well put! And I will keep praying for your strength and good health so that you may continue your ministry. Yes, in addition to my previous statement, God's will be done always. His plans are always grander than what we are capable of planning for ourselves. I am a living testimony of that. And yes, in pusuit of our individual purposes, may we always do all things for His greater glory!

Cheers to you guys! *clinking a glass of merlot*

AIDS

I'm desperately trying to wriggle out of my B.O. cocoon (Burn Out),

and I've got AIDS now (As If Doing Something).

Let me tell you something. My co-worker lost her job (the one who spends a whopping one grand a year on her eyelashes). Whether she was laid-off or fired, no one really knows. But she's the only one who got axed. The one thing we are certain of, she certainly didn't give 100% of herself. Well, no one really does unless he is a fully-pledged workaholic monster cum slave with nothing else to occupy his time (and thoughts). But this poor soul just went straight up to violating work ethics. I strongly believe that despite outside factors and priorities that always creep into our lives -- like family, society and our own personal needs (let's not forget that), we still need to give the main provider of our bread and butter what is due. If not 100% then for Pete's sake, at least try to stay up there in the 90s!

And so I write this, on coffee breaks, as usual. "As If Doing Something"...AIDS. As If Doing Something to my blogsite too! I owe a lot from it!

Random thoughts whizzing by:

The taste of my coffee today serves me a tray of memories of hotel stays and breakfast buffets and I don't know why. It must be the brew. But it sure makes me feel oh so good -- with memoirs of my past travels drizzling my thoughts as I write this.

Anyhoo...

It's a peaceful day today. It's warm and sunny out there, better than yesterday's cold and gray. I'm wearing a white sundress and I have a sweater tied around my shoulder -- I feel like Superman with my "cape". And I'll be flying any moment now.  

Obviously, I'm having some futile attempts shedding the blogging "burnt out" skin.  But the good thing is, coffee break's almost over.  And so I'll publish this without making any point today.  Or maybe just a little...

So here's a reminder to live by:

"The best way to appreciate your job,

is to imagine yourself without one."

~Oscar Wilde

 

Now, back to work...

 

Rusty is my name,

getting my groove back is the game.



It hasn't been months since I stopped blogging regularly (and I mean everyday) and yet I am finding a difficult time trying to get back into the old rhythm of things.

The good news is, I can now fight for my posts, maybe some PR and such and wander in the blogosphere once more now that the firewall security level has gone down for some special reason -- I can only think of Divine intervention. Or the IT guy must have stumbled upon my recent posts and started feeling very repentant over the whole firewall thing. Still, divine intervention!  So now I can view blogsites as clear as crystal and I can start commenting and doing my rounds. I can now publish posts and see them right away instead of posting blindly (because the strange thing is the firewall lets me get into the edit page)!

Now that I'm back, some things don't feel right.  It's like riding a bike -- which they say ever-proverbially that you never forget -- yet when you start riding again after so long, you still have to start feeling your way around at first. Wobbly but not falling, but wobbly (or is it just me and my totally uncoordinated-plus-poor-reflexes cycling skills?) Okay, poor choice for a metaphor, and I'm lazy to think of another one that comes close. Rusty.

The happy thing is I'm soooo back! And I have so many things to clean up. Blog directory registrations, blog-walking (or hopping if I'm energetic enough), commenting, promotions, and anything to bring the PR up once more. One thing I know that I still care about more than PR and popularity though is the quality of my posts.  It's a given thing that some paid posts will come but I will not be amiss with the inspirational things I always seek to squeeze in.

Uh-oh.

I feel I've gotten a little rusty. What do I have to say today? The more I think, the more substance eludes me. And this blog doesn't own that feeling alone. It seems to hold true for the other aspects of my life. Yesterday, I cleaned up my cubicle at work and was in an organizing frenzy down to the tiniest dot of my cube life. So now I'm feeling a little lost and desperately in need of remapping my coordinates, reprogramming my brain about where to find my commonly used work paraphernalia like charts and tables, calculator, the office supplies, the photos of important people in my life pinned to my wall -- which I should be automatically be able to grab and find given the old diagram. 

But I like causing a stir sometimes. I love change. It keeps me thinking. It keeps me challenged. It keeps me aware and accepting that nothing is constant in this world so I should seek not to resist that truth when things start shifting. It keeps me learning to adapt all over again, and that is what I have full control of. 

I am evolving. And savoring every minute of it.

 

"L"

Cory's famous "L", her Legacy. L for "Laban", meaning FIGHT. In a political sense, it meant a FIGHT against a dictatorship, a FIGHT for Peace and Democracy.

Come to think of it, "L" can also inspire a myriad of things in our ordinary life: the pursuit of our dreams, the quest for goodness, and everything else for the betterment of humanity. Keep L-ing, my dear friends!!! Here's a moment of silence and prayer in my blog so I can pay my respects.

To Pres. Cory, MARAMING SALAMAT PO!