Parts of me here and there.

Who are we really, if not just the memories, the special moments of happiness, sadness, anger, hurt and also, reconciliations, understanding, wisdom, patience, hope and faith. Who are we really, if not the reflections we see in the eyes of other people in a happy moment of joyous sharing and giving of love? Who are we really if not the love we feel in the small *tight hugs* we get from our loved ones? Who are we really if not the patience we exude in a momentarily reaction in anger? Who are we really if not the countless thoughts that occupies our mind space in remembering the people we love?

We are all this and so much more.

While I'm taking this big leap in my personal life, I also feel like I'm taking a big leap in my spiritual life. I feel like I can see more black and white than gray. I feel like I understand things not just at the surface level anymore but beneath that hard, rocky layer of doubt, fear, insecurity, dissatisfaction. I feel more responsible for my actions and my feelings. I feel like I've found freedom in its truest sense where you're not dependent. And therefore, not helpless.

And which is why I think although we're all that above, we are also the hope that we possess, the faith and resilience we feel that no matter what I'd get through the hardest of times, the belief that even though love is a two way street, it is also unconditional and expects nothing in return because love is that feeling you also feel when you give. We're also that person we know we'd be who enjoys life by just living entirely in the moment, we're also that person who knows that a difference can be made by just giving and spreading the joy, that person who doesn't know what lies ahead but also knows that it is mostly what we make of it and that way, letting things fall into place on its own. 

Under or Over Communication?

In this technologically infused world with such new age tech savvys, I sometimes find it amusing how comfortable we as a race are, in communicating with over 500 strangers about our daily chores and musings. No, I'm serious. I find it thoroughly amusing when I hear people these days talk about the reasons of some of their problems. "No communication", they say. But I refuse to believe this. In this world where everyone is seemingly hooked onto communication in its diverse forms and mediums, why do we find it so hard to get across something to ourselves or sometimes, the ones we love the most? It's like we're lost in the flow of thoughts that follow when you see the 'events' happening in other people's lives, how do we expect our minds to actually render help in building our own? So many people, so many events, so many thoughts. But at the end of the day, how many of us check the quality of these thoughts? Or check how many of them were actually productive for our own lives? Since when did we start giving other people so much significance, that we have actually forgotten own very own self?!

I know for sure that one of the reasons among the hundreds other, is facebook. Why do we feel such an intense need to show the world how much fun we're having, or how happy we are? I dunno. Is it because we know that we're not that happy? Or just that we're plain happy and want to show the world that? Well, some questions will remain questions.