TRASH talk

Perspectives either turn dull or shine bright anew.
Songs come and go. Playlists gets revamped and renamed.
Movies linger for a while, in our lil’ hearts – and then it fade into our stock of fantasies.
People change. I do. – that’s life.

Even dreams either get junked or pursued- with an even ardent passion. We toss trash off our lives and keep those we wish to keep, put them in a scrap book – and when the year ends, we reevaluate and toss again what can be tossed – and the scrap book’s ripped off old stuffs and new ones are pasted. Nature calls it natural selection, I call it growth. We mature; we see things differently and move on.

Lately, with barely nothing to do, I have been giving my life a lot of thought. It’s funny how ‘indifferent’ I have become with trivial things that used to spin my head over heels, things I go gaga about. I feel like I have been toned down, back to basics. I haven’t grown hippie like- just, maybe, grounded.

I feel like throwing away all complications – so to really take real control over my life. It’s quite like, when sailors are at the brink of sinking, they deload their ship, even throw treasures off so to save their lives. You see, even pirates do that, life’s far more valuable than a trunk of black pearls or Jack Sparrow’s treasure chests. It’s quite funny, but I feel like I would sound really old here. But, damn, this is just me now. I remember ate Jules, my maldita mom, telling me, quote an quote, nagmamature ka na B. I think she’s really right, hell right. I am growing, learning and so to speak, becoming stronger, better and maybe, just maybe, far more equipped for life.


I remember slashing lines off my bucket list, in my mind, and adding new ones. It’s like repositioning your pawns, and gathering your officers in the game of chess. It’s like looking in the mirror, again, and redoing your hair and changing clothes. It’s similar, I guess with changing my blog’s URL and changing my template. Similar, too, I guess with having you hair cut after breaking up with ‘I thought she/he was the one’. Probably even far more alike with going through your folders and sending all those files off to the recycle bin and barely keeping what you wish to keep – so to give space for new ones.

Maybe it’s but a phase again, a happy phase, in one’s life.
Drawing new directions, painting new perspective; lately, I am enchanted by the song ‘A Whole New World’, the one from Alladin. I think such song captures the entire message of this post, although, take it not with a romantic tone but rather see it like a person singing the song in front of a mirror, the kind of cute sweet self talk we do when we feel like we have to.


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5.6.2011
TRASH talk