Life Itself is Easy

What's your number ...

2010-11-02T15:29:00.004+08:00

We tend to wait our life away.

Wether its a traffic congestion, a bank queue or our daily coffee at starbucks.

We are always waiting for our turn.

Hoping that the next one will be our chance.
But it never ends.

What happens is that we move from one queue to another.

Always waiting.

Maybe we should change that part of our life.

We might even make something positive from it.

Putt .. putt ..

2010-07-29T12:22:00.000+08:00

It’s been a while since I posted something under this banner.
Mainly because I have NOT been finding life itself easy.
Yet the truth is that it’s not exactly true.

I am the one that has not been easy.

Consistently moving around with ideas and targets, I have made it hard for myself to have an easy life.

My commanding officer has told me again and again that I should "Keep it simple".

If it ain't simple than something is wrong.

I misunderstood the sentence.

Simple does not mean easy to do.

Simple merely means it’s easy to understand.

And because it’s easy to understand, it becomes manageable.

So is life itself easy?

Yes.
It is.
It’s easy to understand it.

It’s another thing to make it work exactly as you want it to be.

Its time ...

2009-08-25T17:12:00.002+08:00

I have been putting it off for some time.

The reasons were simple, I did not want to be tied down with the details.
Consciously I made the same decision as what my CEO did.
We wanted to focus on the larger picture and let our staff deal with the small things.
But like my CEO, we made a serious mistake in that assumption.
We did not have the staff to rely on for that.

The CEO relied on me to control his version of small things.
But I relied on my sergent to control my version smaller things.
Due to the lack of control within my hierachy structure, I made a big mess of things.

The fundamental part which I missed was the fact that I HAD to rely on my staff.
That was the biggest mistake that I had.
I had no way to really see what it was that they did.
I understood the logic and the methodology but when it came to the finesse, they were able to pull the wool over me.

I am going to rectify that mistake as of now.
With the retrenchment, I am now again at the position to make fundamental changes within the way things work.

Am praying that my decisions do not make the matter worst.

But life is funny that way.
All the decisions that we make will always take us towards our destiny.
Whatever that destiny might be.

Recession anyone?

2008-12-12T18:52:00.002+08:00

You will think that with the economy going to the shitters, people will start to become aware that life is fragile.

Or I should say lifestyles are fragile.

So what is it that I am getting at?

Well, people tend to mixup these two things very easily.

Our life is not just about the manner in which we dress ourselves everyday.
Its about the things we do within it.

Either drinking a Mocha in Starbucks or at normal "dirty coffee" by the roadside should make no difference with a person who is anchored in life.

So yeah, my take on things is still the same.

Life itself is easy.
Only people make it overly complicated.

Test of will ...

2008-02-26T16:41:00.002+08:00

The test of will is often interpreted as a measurement of performing an act that is pushing the limit of ones own limitation.

Like for instance jumping from a ten-story building.

Pulling a car with his teeth.

Marrying your childhood nemesis. That sort of thing.

To me a test of will is much of then doing something very hard. In my humble opinion a true test of will is doing everyday jobs flawlessly with full expectation of doing it even better tomorrow.

The constant motivation to be more than perfect. More than good. To do everything with the mindset that it will the very last thing we do in our mortal life.

There is no tomorrow. There is no later. There is no next minute or second. There is only the now. This instant. Here that matters.

Grab it and cherish it. Don't let it go to waste on things that don't matter.

Life itself is easy.

You just have to live it.

Mark ...

2008-01-02T14:27:00.000+08:00

Second day of yet another new year. Time is an arbitrary concept in which we use to measure the slow passing of life (Steven Hawkins will not agree on me with this one). The so-called New Year is but the marker of which means the seasons are repeating it self again. Which is also why it is commonly felt as a new beginning.

This is better felt by the farmers that work the land than by the city folks who just merely walk on them. Out there in the fields, the change of seasons is a part of life’s cycle, it is an indicator and sign that things are moving along, as it should be. But inside the walls of the city, spring is no more different from summer, where it might be slightly hotter in the later. There is no change of seasons for those who dwell within the concrete jungle.

Maybe that’s why city folks are less appreciative of time itself. We use it. We live by it. But we don't respect it. We don't appreciate its true value. We let it pass without thinking of how best to push it to its full potential. Time has very little meaning to them.

A year has passed and what have we done to make that period of time spend worthwhile, to actually mean something. I agree that a lot has been done, work and motions that dished out plentiful, which at the end creates more actions that promises even more motions for the future. But does it have any substance to it. It’s like the guinea pigs running in their little cartwheel merrily, running hard but going nowhere.

So here I am posting my first blog for 2008. But most importantly it’s my first blog to a series of postings that I would like to use as a yardstick for a new regiment of my own self-growth program. Only time can tell if I am wasting away life or actually managed to do something with it.

Happy New Year my dear friends, welcome to 2008.

What is the matrix ...

2007-11-05T11:52:00.001+08:00

Another week, another day. Time passes and we feel nothing. I take that back, we do feel something, we just don't know what.

If we woke up to a world where we don't go into an office every morning, would we be able to function at all? Of course, the life of a retiree would be something of sort; do they have trouble keeping themselves from dying of boredom or a sense of lost?

One of the phrase that I used often is that when one retires from work, we retire from life. We loose the sense of purpose in the recursive solar cycle. Men are no good when idle. We deteriorate into nothingness. We become mere oxygen grabbers.

But on the other hand a constant work schedule of things that are 'meaningless' has the same results as well. We become monotonous machines that churn out heaps and heaps of senseless output. We loose the tactile feeling of life. A living zombie. It’s an oxymoron.

So where does that leaves us? What can we do? Is there an alternative? Can we change?

The answer is yes to all of the above. But the most important question is do we want to?

Now that is something, which only you can answer for yourself. Only those who consciously want change can start this new phase. Only those who want to seek the truth can begin to free themselves.

Would you succeed? Only at the end would the answer be revealed.

So do you have the resolve to ask the ultimate question? And do you have the strength and courage to seek it.

Think about it.

Simmer it over a warm fire.

Then choose.

Or not.

It is after all your life.

Making up for lost time ...

2007-07-08T03:47:00.001+08:00

Somewhere, someone, sometime ago once said that a woman will always love the man who is next to her.

It was meant to say that a woman like to have her love to be near her physically. It could be said that all human beings will like that to be so. Its just to the author's opinion, it’s more so with the woman folk.

I have breached this subject with my female friends often enough and the statistics says that it is almost 90% accurate. That means only 1 in 10 females refuted the fact. Mind you this is not a scientific experiment that has gone through clinical trials and ten thousand questionnaires. It was put up as a conversational topic and that’s the consensus that was obtained based on the females around me. So it could technically mean that the girls I hang out with have more "intimacy" requirement.

So here I am putting this question out to you all.

Will a woman always choose the man next to her, compared to the one who loves her but is far away?

Of course from my own experience, I know for a fact that long distance relationships are hard to maintain, let alone survive.

The love that one has can only sustain them long enough before practical needs come into play. And I don't mean sex. I am talking about a hug, a kiss, a comforting smile. A shoulder to lean on.

I would say all those simple things, small things are essential to the needs from the female side of the relationship.

Am I saying that a man does not need them? Well, no. That’s not what I am saying. What I AM SAYING is that the womenfolk need them more.

Of course I enjoy the attention that my love of life showers upon me. I adore her for it. But is it all that I am looking for? For a man, it’s a bit different.

For a man, he will always love the one who is next to his heart.

Men are really simple. You catch his heart and he is yours. There are many ways to a man's heart. Food is one of them. Sex is not.

A man can have sex with a bitch, but he will still love his wife. Though the wife will disagree on that part. The rationale would be if he loved her, he will not do something so horrible as to hurt her with such fiendish betrayal. And I will agree with the wife on that assessment. The act of having such an intimate action with someone other than the woman he loves will hurt her deeply because to a woman, sex is not just an action, it is a bonding of souls. Just as the Lord intended it to be. But for some unknown genetic defect within the human genome, most of the male counterparts do not seem to have that in built understanding. We had to learn it.

To a man, love is a bonding of hearts. The understanding of needs and wants. That’s why a man makes love to his woman. Not sex. There is foreplay. The silent touch. The hug. The slow built up. Then there is a hug. The kiss and then the bonding. If all he wanted was sex, he could buy a girlie book and masturbate. Sex is a physical thing. It’s no more sensual than eating.

So before the entire female population (or those who is reading this) starts flaming me over the posting, read it again. This is not about right or wrong. This is merely an observation of people and the reasons behind their actions. Sometimes people do things that will hurt those that they care about because they never thought their actions through. Sex with someone who is not your wife is one of them. Belittling your husband’s inadequacies is one of them too.

So think before you act. Your actions have consequences.

Take me to your leader ...

2007-04-23T21:41:00.000+08:00

I could technically say that nothing in life is ever hard.

Not because I have lived it all, on the contrary, I am pretty sure that whatever that I have been through is merely the tip of the ice berg if not even less.

No. The only reason why I say life is easy is because nothing in life is ever at either end of the spectrum of possibilities. Its not easy or hard. Its not impossible or not. Its merely a discussion of certainty.

No problem is ever a problem forever. It might take a while to get an answer and it might take even longer to get a better answer. But its never without an answer. Arrogance comes to mind whenever I say this. Yet deep down in my core I believe its true.

When men started to dream of flight, the best of us believe that these people were crazy. If GOD intended man to fly, He would have gave us wings. But flew we did. Is it against the law of nature for us to be so? Only GOD knows but until now He has kept his peace on the matter and man progressed on.

So then why is it that the skeptics persist in putting dreamers off.

Why do they continuously throw spanners into our confidence and challenge our ideas? Well because frankly, thats their purpose in our life. Yes. Their purpose in OUR life. Without these people to constantly tell us that we are stupid or crazy, we would have gone on a different part of discovery. They play a vital role of putting us in the proper perspectives.

With their "nay" and "oh lord" being a constant background sound, we tend to be more thoughtful of what we do. Before they voice out their concerns, we prepare ourselves for their onslaughts. It helps us move ahead.

Do we stop? Never.

Sometimes, its even because of them that we are able to move on.

If for nothing else but to prove them wrong.

Montage of the mind ...

2007-04-09T13:29:00.000+08:00

The feeling of loneliness is that we urge or need to be with someone that is beside you. It is one of the more basic instinct bred into your genes.

There are a few of us who have less of these genes than others. These individuals are able to feel content with just being with their own presence. Its as if the entire world exist as a mere coincident with their very own existance. Some philosophers believe that life is but our mind dreaming up truths or reality. Which is why they coin up terms like "there is no spoon".

Once in a while, even those with the strongest spiritual strength, fall into the valley of depression. It’s strange when you think about it, why does a man go into that mode of thoughts? When everything seems to be going well, why would we feel like we are loosing control? It’s a matter of perception, I believe.

My mom once told me that if everything were perfect, then perfectness would not exist. It’s a strange theorem but true. If everything was the same, then nothing is special. Nothing is more exiting. It merely IS. Man is not able to live with just normality. Man (as in human beings) constantly wants to be more or different. The urge is so strong that we start to "imperfect" ourselves just so that we can be "perfect" again. Sounds crazy does it not?

When a man is stuck in a train for one and half hours with nothing to do but look out the window, his mind tends to wonder into all these insignificant thoughts. As I was yesterday while returning from my fathers place to my home. Squished between all the different kinds of people, I wondered about how alone some of them looked. Their face withdrawn and tired.

Yet I felt nothing. I was in my own world within my head. Foraging through layers of images and sounds. Looking for a pattern in which I could use to work out a game plan for all the things that I needed to deliver. Not just my day job but also the people that is within my life. Everyone expects an answer from me about something. Its how my life is.

So I seldom feel alone. Because I always have something to do. Maybe that’s the problem with them world today. They don't have enough of things to do. Their mind wanders into the abyss and becomes lost within its depth. Maybe that’s what depression really is, us falling into our own deepest darkest fears. In which a way out is to find something and just do it. Regardless of what that might be. Pick anything and do it. The sense of doing something will eventually pull us out from the grave in which we dug ourselves into.

Morituri Te Salutamus ...

2007-04-05T18:23:00.000+08:00

"We who are about to die, salute you"

This is what the centurions say to Ceaser when they go to war. The simple words gives a sense of ease, of acceptance to once faith.

Every once in a while within these short instances of time in which we call our lives, we come upon inspiring things that makes us take stock and re-evaluate our priorities. Honor. Duty. Love. The credence of a warrior. Of man. A female friend once ask me why is it that man are always so brutal? Why do we enjoy the gore and blood? Whats so good about death? Or causing death? I told her this.

Death is but a part of life. We don't put more worth in it, compared to the shoe we wear everyday. Death is around us, in us and eventually be us. Its not the gore or the blood rage. Though those are the things most often seen when man goes into war. But fighting is not just about killing. Fighting is about meaning. About worth. Its about putting the most precious of things on a value that is more important than living.

"Vita non est vivere sed valere vita est".
Life is more than merely staying alive. Another famous Latin quote.

It gives a person something to hold on to. Its not just hope. But a kind of strength to move forward into the unknown. To live day by day.

If death was the worst that can happen, everything else is bearable. Everything else is possible.

My female friend never understood that. Nor do I actually expect her to. The subtle difference is so minute sized it can be often misinterpreted by everyone including ourselves. Yet the difference is there. Thats why man go to war. Thats why marines are still stationed in Iraq. Its not just because they were sent there by an idiot of a president. But because they believe that they are doing the right thing. They are defending Honor. Duty. Freedom.

Is it fun?

2007-02-13T01:52:00.000+08:00

Do you like being yourself? Do you enjoy being you?

People forget sometimes that they are who they are. Instead they want to be someone else. Someone better or so they think?

Is it so bad being us that we are ashamed to admit that we are the very best that we can be and then be better still?

I love being me. Though lonely sometimes. Angry too. But overall I love being me.

Now others might not like me as much as I like myself. But really. Who gives a shake?

Bottom line. At the end of the day, when all is null and void. When the world is no longer as colorful as you remember it to be. Ask yourself this. Did you enjoy your own life? Did you love your life? Did you like being you?

Because my dear friends, what else is there? Eh?

Nothing at all ...

2007-01-25T21:51:00.000+08:00

I blinked and the world went blur for a moment. Its not the first time it has happend and I doubt it would be the last. This is how my body tells me that I am stressed out. Just like my personality, my body does not do things slightly. This was not a hint of things to come. This was a statement telling me that if I don't stop what I am doing, it will go into emergency shut down.

The normal reaction to this would be to heed the advice and stop everything as of now. Just stop.

And I would do the same. The difference is how I do it.

To most people "stop" means a termination of action upon said subject. Me I term it slightly differently. I terminate the cause of the pain related to said subject.

Its not just semantics. Its what I do. If the current method of approach is causing me so much interference then a different approach will then be required. Avoiding an issue does not solve it. It merely post pones the inevitable. I am given a task that under normal circumstances be imposible to achieve. Thats the general view. Its a bundle of pain tied up neatly inside the pit of vipers where my salvation lies. So that is the goal which I must achieve.

Nothing is impossible. Nothing is really ever easy. Nothing at all.

... laws

2007-01-17T19:25:00.000+08:00

Push and I move back. Only so that I can let you fall on your face.

According to the law of motion, an equal and opposite motion is required.

I agree. The only thing is that it never say when.

Never do the expected.

Its the predictability in us that allows us to be unpredictable. When a pattern is formed and people come to accept it. That means It is then time to change the pattern again. Its within this simple rule that man has triumph over everything that we come upon. We are the ten to never stays the same. And yet we are always unchanged as well. A matter of perspective.

How to be strong but not hard.
How to be soft but not weak.

That is the first thing we must learn in order to survive. Know that and only then shall our journey truly begin.

... simplicity, true

2007-01-16T11:11:00.000+08:00

Take whats in hand and be happy
Do what feels right and be happy
Live the moment and be happy
I am still here ... be happy

Do you trust me?

2007-01-12T23:26:00.000+08:00

Its a very tough question to answer. One being the fact that its relative to the amount of time spent building a relationship or understanding a relationship and the subject in which said trust is suppose to be applied to. That said. Trust is a superset of another concept called faith. Because the driving force behind faith is trust ... blind trust. Which is commonly mistaken for the word belief.

My friends say that I am a tickle for symantics. But my point is that symantics are the core of what we say. It is the meaning of the word in its right context. Its not just a word. Its a binding fact. Simply put it is the law that governs the reality of our meager form of life.

So what is belief? A belief is a view of reality. A perspective of truth. A belief is not about trust, it has never been about trust. A belief is a concept of the mind. An illusion. Now, there are illusions which are so close to reality that it can be said to be a correct representation of reality itself. But its not. Because its still an illusion no matter how accurate it might seem to be. Which is why a belief is so powerful. Beliefs are based on non tangible substance. Beliefs are based strongly on faith. Because when blind trust is put to play, truth has little swaying power.

Which brings us back to trust. Do you trust me? How would you trust me? What is it that you do trust in me? That is what I strive in life to provide to those which I apply these questions to. A simple thing.

Sick ...

2007-01-08T18:04:00.000+08:00

Sick. Thats the reason for silence.

I am still sick. And thats the reason for continue silence.

My body is telling me to rest. 2 hours of wake time is more than generous. I am constantly sedated by medicine that is suppose to help me fend off these foreign attackers.

Fever come and go. And my aching muscles would not let me have a deep sleep. I fear my IQ had drop below 50.

Its not that hard ...

2006-12-29T19:30:00.000+08:00

Its not that hard to imagine life becoming more than just another day to day dredge. What it is that we achieve is the choices we make and the consequences we reap. Is it any easier today than what it was a hundred years or two hundred years ago? The answer is not.

Like it or not ... we move on as best as we can and life itself becomes easier as we grow older. The part where it becomes harder is not life but our own mortality or the incapability to control it. The fear of becoming irrelevant.

I watched Boston Legal for the first time since they started and Danny Crane said it best, you should not ask the questions "What is the point" because at the very least of what we do with our life, there is never really a "point" to be made. We live because we are not dead. And we will continue to live until the day we decide that we no longer want to.