Change your life before your life changes you...
I was reading a book I found lying around the house when I encountered those words. And immediately I put my book down.
I myself am going through a lot of changes lately, and I wonder, are these changes because of life, or are they because I choose to change them?
Are the decisions I make brought about by the circumstances I'm in? Or are they what I shay should be?
Is there even a distinction between "my life" and "me" in the first place?
Am I who I am because of how I live?
Or do I live the way I do, because of who I am?
Is one the cause and the other, effect?
Or do they co-exist as pairs, without a single one bearing more influence over the other?
I am my life. And my life is me.
Yes, I've been going through changes...is my life changing me? Or am I changing my life?
Feb 2, 2005
Jan 31, 2005
yellow slip
Those who have applied for a US L1 (Nonimmigrant working visa) know that walking away from an interview with the Consul officer with a yellow slip means your application has been approved.
This morning I was up at an ungodly hour (4 AM!) to wait it out for my L1 application. Apparently, having a 7 am appointment doesnt mean you'll be entertained first. It means you're inside first, but with just as much chance as being called last.
I shouldn't complain. After all, I got my yellow slip. What follows after that, I am leaving up to fate.
This morning I was up at an ungodly hour (4 AM!) to wait it out for my L1 application. Apparently, having a 7 am appointment doesnt mean you'll be entertained first. It means you're inside first, but with just as much chance as being called last.
I shouldn't complain. After all, I got my yellow slip. What follows after that, I am leaving up to fate.
Jan 28, 2005
...reflecting
I was on the plane waiting for the other passengers to board so we can all head back to Manila.
I've just spent a day and a half in Cebu with Steph, Grache and Bart and I was looking back at the silly conversations we had the previous night (earlier that morning actually, since it was around 4:30 am and we were still up). It wasn't entirely silly I guess, since it made me think. I was grappling with my thoughts and thinking about who I was, who I've become,how I've become who I am now, where I've been and where I'm heading and where I want to be...
Just the usual questions you want to ask yourself really, if you want to drive yourself insane thinking.
And then I looked out the window, and saw this...
...and I thought then that maybe, it doesnt matter where I've been and where I head off to next, who I was and who I will be because in the end, I'll always come back home and I'll always be me.
I've just spent a day and a half in Cebu with Steph, Grache and Bart and I was looking back at the silly conversations we had the previous night (earlier that morning actually, since it was around 4:30 am and we were still up). It wasn't entirely silly I guess, since it made me think. I was grappling with my thoughts and thinking about who I was, who I've become,how I've become who I am now, where I've been and where I'm heading and where I want to be...
Just the usual questions you want to ask yourself really, if you want to drive yourself insane thinking.
And then I looked out the window, and saw this...
...and I thought then that maybe, it doesnt matter where I've been and where I head off to next, who I was and who I will be because in the end, I'll always come back home and I'll always be me.
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