Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Chronicle of Change - One Year After

"I have been contemplating on creating my own blog for some time, but I never really found the time nor the drive to do it."

- July 12, 2007

Thus began my personal endeavor to bare my life open to the world. It was a little more than a year ago when I started chronicling the changes that happen in my life. The Charmed Bloggers - Prue, Piper, Paige - encouraged me, and I couldn't be any more thankful to them that they did.

So many things have changed. So many good things have happened. And following the line of previous posts on gratitude, I thought it wise to make a list of the major changes that have happened in the last year that I am much grateful to God for.

  • I used to hold a good managerial position in the Network but realized that the job was not perfect for my personality type. God gave me a more fitting, more relaxed, more creative job as TV Director and I love it.
  • I realized I could write songs, something I have always considered doing but was just so afraid to try. I learned to play the guitar, and learned to play percussions, and I continue to learn something new and improve on my playing everyday with practice.
  • I have learned (and am learning more everyday) the keys to happiness: embracing change, throwing out the negative and keeping to happy thoughts, staying away from (or closing the door on) dark, gloomy, negative people who can so easily drag you down with them, always looking at the brighter side of things, keeping myself from changing the things and people I cannot change but changing instead the way I look at them, and finally, being thankful.
  • I realize now I have the power to change other people's lives by showing them how I changed mine and how these changes have affected my life positively.
  • I have grown more independent. Now I live alone (albeit belatedly at 33 years old) and wash my own clothes and cook my own meals and work my ass off to pay the rent and the bills - all those grown up stuff I did not have the chance to do earlier in life.
  • I have grown to love my family more than I ever thought possible.
  • I realize that helping others is infinitely more satisying and fulfilling than just knowing you can.
  • I have learned to love being alone.
  • I also realized how my pride has led to so many of my downfalls in the past, and I am learning to always keep it in check.
  • Most importantly, I have learned that God is infinitely more infinite than infinite.

I will end this anniversary entry, the same way I ended my first entry. I leave you with this quote.

"I guess things have changed - as they do all the time. And really, if there's ever going to be a theme to this, it will have to be change - the strongest and the only constant force in nature.

So here begins the chronicle of my life and times, the chronicle of change."

1 comment:

  1. Happy Birthday bro! It's funny that I found your name on the Net. And I'm glad I did. I've read your latest entries and also browsed all your pics in Friendster. I wish we had time to catch up and talk about life, as mine has been a series of challenges as well. Two deaths of dearly loved ones [my best friend and my dad last year], job losses, change of residences and other stuff along the way in just one year is tough. But life moves on, and so has yours. I hope you haven't included me in the bridges you've burned in your life. I've always respected you and had great admiration for the challenges you go through in your life. You'll always be a "kuya" to me. And for that, I rest my case... Blas


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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda