12.12.2010
the things we do
Why do you do the things you do?
I wonder how often people ask themselves this question. For, you know, if only we ask ourselves often this query, probably we won’t end up hurting ourselves much, pissing others too. We’d probably be living a lot easier, a lot better – happier.
Before I continue this blog, I would have a little confession…
When I was about to graduate from high school, I told myself that I would try hard enough to have a ‘normal’ life – that means, be more manly. I bought books then, read a lot and did things so to be a new me come college. One of the biggest moves I did was changing my nick name, well sort of. I was often called Vince in high school; there were only a few who called me Brent. But so to help me, I took Brent and left Vince. The logic in doing that – I find it pathetic now; but none the less, I have learned to love the person I have become. It’s just a little funny that I had to do that.
Although recently I am having that same feeling again, though I am secured now with my preference, it’s in the how I live with it part that I have some mag-level up ka na feelings. For quite some time now I have these urges to transcend. Part of this maybe is because of my upcoming graduation, but I have to acknowledge the fact that I am feeling uneasy now with the things I used to do.
In my recent affairs, have met people who do the things they do, people that I guess I have drawn some thoughts from which led me to think about the things I do.
Among them, it’s Enzo who gave me one of the biggest impacts. He’s one of those guys – gentle, good looking, undeniably charming and not to mention, my concept of sexy. But it wasn’t that which somehow helped me to come up with my recent decision. It was his faith, his relation to his personal God that made me think things over about myself.
Though others may raise an eyebrow, Sir Passiona made certain ‘triggers’ also. Our lessons in Moral Theo have been causing me to think things over, too.
Sheryl Ibo Nacario, her BOK and my recent conversations with Vhanny made me think, too. They all just seem to know how to take hold of themselves, I don’t. So thanks to them, I have been giving that a thought.
Darren. Oh boy, just hearing his name makes me feel happy. But kidding aside, I guess his blog is a treasure for me, a chest that holds many things that for long I have thought are just mine, but alas, he’s keeping the same sentiments that my heart keeps. I guess, reading his blogs makes me appreciate how ‘weak’ yet strong I am.
My Nanay Ves gave me pointers on how to be strong – for that I give credit to her too.
That rarely seen Maya has been among my biggest influences, actually inspiration. I used to think of her as someone who can’t live without ‘friends’, without ‘LOVE’. But she proved me wrong in her recent endeavors. She’s like a life coach recently, indirectly teaching me things about friendship, love and running.
Lastly, Necus, the guy from the Nestea commercial, also gave me a lot of reasons to think about the life I live. As a matter of fact I have written things about him in my past blogs. He’s one of those guys, and like Enzo and Darren, he showed me things too.
All these people do the things they do for reasons, reasons I have tried to understand – in the process understanding myself too. And so, as I do the things I do now and the things that I plan to do, I just hope I grow wiser. I just hope, and pray that things would fall into places in the coming days. o.0
