When people ask me to define love, I say, "Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger." (Sponge Bob)

When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)

When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)

And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)

And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)

My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.

Jan 10, 2008

Miss Cockroach And The Coin (from Coelho's blog)

An old children’s story tells of Miss Cockroach, who found a coin as she was sweeping out her house.

After a long time spent at her window, choosing the right mate to accommodate all her fears and anxieties, she ended up marrying John Shrew. And as everyone knows, John Shrew fell in the stew.

Often in our lives, we find a coin that has been given to us by fate, and we believe it to be the one treasure of our lives. We end up placing so much value on that one thing that fate - the same fate that gave us the coin - decides to take it back.

Those who are afraid of making a choice, always choose wrongly.

Oh, well. I have always believed eversince that day I finished reading one of the books of Buscaglia that life is made of choices. We even choose whether to live or die. And every choice we make entails a lot of courage, Risking ourselves to failing. But choosing is a risk in itself. And risking nothing is only of death.

I mean, I am alive. Why be afraid of making a choice when it is what makes life beautiful and wonderful and mysterious and magical?

I am alive. And as long as I am, I will not stop risking... making a choice, that is.


Sandy Carlson said...

I needed this story today. I have always been a timid person and have accepted what came my way as the one and only treasure. Not wise at all. It's a hard behavior to unlearn, though. To realize you can make, and must make, a choice is pretty overwhelming.

Anonymous said...

Yeah. Sometimes, it is too frightening to make a choice because of the thought of failing. But at least, when you fail and you feel the pains of failing, you can say to the world, "Hey, ain't I cool?!! I am still capable of making a choice and feeling!" (which of course are indicators that you still breathe life). Wonderful, isn't it?

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PlanetMars said...

Guess this is why i always choose wrongly. =)
But I guess what matters is how we make that wrong choice right.

Sandy Carlson said...

Just back for BYB Sunday on a day this story is again an important reminder for me to put one foot in front of the other and just keep going!